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thirteen

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i don't believe in
superstitions
they only breed
unholy ignorance
can't no rabbit's foot
could ever fix

i don't find trouble
in fearsome digits
when there are
way too many
demonic idiots
that have me counting to
six
six
six

i ain't skeered of
crossin' black cats or
tippin' toes 'round
every street crack
to keep my mamma
upright

and i'm never one
for cussin'
when i'm given
a bakers dozen
12 + 1
is perfectly fine

good things
for me
it seems
always happen
in
thirteens
i don't know
what else there is
to say
i guess i'm lucky
lucky
that way


Rene ~ January 1, 2013
Happy, Lucky 2013

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Comments

  1. very nice, I like your attitude - & those things don't bother me either

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  2. I love this. I do believe in superstitions. (well some)I am hoping for a lucky 13!

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  3. :) 13 has usually been lucky for my family as well, like the voice in this

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  4. not a bad bit of luck, and i am not a superstitious lot as well....the repeat of lucky in the end is interesting...also be use luck implies believing in it which juxtaposes nicely with not believing in superstition...ha

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  5. A good way to face the New Year. Great poem!

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  6. Right on, baby girl. :-) Not superstitious, either.

    Happy 2013 to you!

    Pearl

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  7. Has this got a southern twang to it? It felt like it did, and because of this it painted a real vivid picture...and I love the contradiction, the being lucky because of things happening in thirteens

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  8. i'm taking your lead with believing in a lucky year. though it takes quite a bit less than an unlucky number to set me to cussin' :)

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