Unlucky Clover
A 4 leaf clover grows in the field
Never knowing that it's different.
God himself may have a plan
But the clover knows no difference.
So it grows along side the others
Content and happy to be alive.
Wrapped in love from the dew and sun
The clover grows to new heights.
Until the day it's plucked away
Then hidden from the light.
Its luck today has now been placed
In another precious life.
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