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Bad Luck

My daughter is a magnet, to disastrous trials indeed. Everywhere she tends to go, bad luck follows her lead! I tell her it’s just coincidence, then another misfortune I see! My new truck broke down again, mom, please come and get me? Extra cell phones needed on hand, just one for her will not do. I’ve already seen the calamity, of not losing one, but more than two. Maybe coincidental I was mistaken, and her streak of bad luck will end. For these catastrophic incidents, are becoming way too many to mend! © Stacy Lynn Stiles

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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