My Lucky Street
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My street, horseshoe-shaped lucky me!
Once worst place, anyone could live,
Nigh on everything was adlib.
Street's arms pointed north, as should be,
the right way when hung on a wall.
Keeping luck sake so it can't fall.
Happy days, children, one, two, three.
Kirk, Kirsty, a year apart, fun!
Then some years past Naomi come.
The luckiest we still agree,
three times near lost to accidents.
Like yesterday those incidents.
Naomi won't forget, nor we!
We never forget our, her luck,
those close death moments still do suck!
My street, horseshoe-shaped lucky me.
Street's arms pointed north, as should be.
Happy days, children, one, two, three.
The luckiest, we still agree!
Naomi won't forget, nor we!
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13th June 2018
New Constanza Poems Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Emile Pinet
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