Maybe superstitions are not so serious after all
Friday the Thirteenth By Franklin Price 1/13/2017 One and thirty days this month, Twelve have gone by. The thirteenth is upon us, Not good, I'll tell you why Friday, is the reason; Bad luck for you and me Have gotten up the courage Looked through the blinds to see. A black cat's sitting on my porch. A ladder's o'er the sash. I'll make a path around them When I decide to make my dash I'll take my rabbit's foot with me. Incantations I will shout. Superstitions, I will overcome. The house I need's not in but out.
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