Four Leaf Clover Spells Trouble
It’s the four leaf clover again Mom said.
Hide in your room. I’ll pretend you are dead.
I thought this suspicious and kind of silly too.
Forgetting the last time’s escapade with my glue.
Four leaf clover’s smile lit up the entire room.
Let’s take a pleasure trip on your ma’s old broom!
We both fell off in a meadow onto our heads.
He survived of course, but I ended up dead.
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