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FRIDAY THE 13TH, 1999

She didn’t step on a sidewalk crack
So thank goodness her Mother won’t break her back
 
Yet when she opened the apple cider pack
It smelled and tasted like apple jack
 
She didn’t break the mirror giving her seven years of bad luck
 
Yet her son called to say his wallet and his credit card were stolen—
—Along with his truck
 
She stayed away from a leaning ladder and especially from a scary
Black cat
 
Yet to her dismay
The washer turned her whites grey
And shredded her favorite hat
 
She stubbed her toe, hit her head and tumbled down the stairs
 
Yet things were getting better 'cause
Things happen in 3's not pairs

written 1999

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