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This Friday the thirteenth day

This Friday the thirteenth day
I missed the ladder in my way
I stepped away onto a crack
And crossed paths with a cat so black
I knocked but twice on a piece of wood
Didn’t throw the salt like I should
Broke a mirror into pieces
Dropped my rabbit’s foot in feces
Break a leg, knock on wood, hang a horseshoe o’er the door!
Break a leg, knock on wood, wish on a falling star
This Friday the thirteenth day
Nothing seems to go my way
I think inside I shall stay
This Friday the thirteenth day

With apologies to Hughes Mearns

11 thoughts on “This Friday the thirteenth day”

  1. My life’s been crappy enough on its own lately, thanks for pointing out that it’s Friday the 13th. I now feel the need to catch one of the mother thumpers eating my garden, cut off it’s foot, dye it green and attach it to my keychain just to offset the dark cloud that will surely hang over my head all day.

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