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Lucky Heather

LUCKY HEATHER The Gypsy offers a posy of heather Each week as I walk by. “Be lucky love,” she always says. And every week I wonder why A bunch of heather would bring me luck. So, today, without slowing my pace, I said, “I’m already lucky love” And tripped and fell flat on my face.

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Bryn Strudwick

Date: 7/27/2023 2:31:00 AM

Many thanks for your comments but somehow the final line disappeared from the entry. It should end "And tripped and fell on my face"

Speaks Volumes

Date: 7/25/2023 4:31:00 PM

Congrats on your win. Well done

Jan Allison

Date: 7/25/2023 4:00:00 PM

good one Bryn, many congrats:-) hugs jan xx