Friday the 13th
I was born on Friday the 13th and I've had nothing but bad luck.
Last week I got struck by lightning and today I got hit by a truck.
A safe flattened my head and things are not fine.
Now people run because they think I'm Frankenstein.
Last year my dad kicked me in the crotch because I stepped on a crack.
Believe it or not, it actually broke my mother's back.
When my dad kicked me in the crotch, my testicles actually bled.
If you were born on Friday the 13th, you'd better get back in bed.
(This is a fictional poem.)
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