Luck
I've pulled the string,
tossed the salt,
wished upon a star.
Found the cent,
picked it up,
kept all the lids of broken jars.
Brushed off my shoes,
kissed the rope,
raised my sails in order.
Drug my feet made straight lines,
eveytime I crossed the border.
Snapped my thumbs,
knocked on heads,
never kissed a mirror.
I'm not the first one out the door,
although no ones standing nearer.
I always tie my socks in knots,
these things I don't forget.
Don't pick up salt with powdered hands,
eat my fish on lent.
I don't put out the candles flame,
despite the money spent.
Haven't changed a puppies name,
my tooth picks never bent.
Don't walk backwards up the stairs,
won't catch a falling leaf.
And when the car crosses the track,
I pickup both my feet.
I do not button down my shirt,
and burn all my old shoes.
It my not help,
but doesn't hurt.
I've only luck to lose...
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