Notes About The Poem
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Contest: Fortuitous
Fickle Finger
I conclude I was conceived hard-and-fast,
Misfortunes rain on my parade, downcast -
Bad Luck to date
Fickles my Fate,
I now bet on Hope, that they say, dies last!
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