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| Category - Holidays | | A Poem from the The Poet and His Thoughts Collection | | Triskaidekaphobic Thoughts - Viewed 438 Times | David Devaney
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July 13, 2007 |
T’is just beyond the midnight hour
when twelve has passed away
That on this Friday ought ought seven
I find fear on display
I see sublime uncertainty
In every somber frown
Then touch the lucky rabbit’s foot
That I have recent found
There are a few who lock the doors
And never venture out
And too those who will sleep all day
No need to squirm or pout
For superstitions do come true
With nightmares on display
And when the thirteenth Friday finds
Black voodoo fills the day
Now true, there are some fearless folk
Who worry not at all
For when this number reappears
Good luck does them befall
And some were actually born this day
Where the month is cut in half
While others grow more confident
And mystics only laugh
So next time Friday reappears
As nineteen minus six
Just take the opportunity
To all your troubles fix
Cause when those superstitious folks
All lock themselves inside
There’s lots of room for you and me
To share the luck outside | | © 2007 David Devaney |
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