We all have something lucky:
A lucky sock
A special clover
A little note,
from a lover
A little word
A lucky movement
And all the lucky little things in the world,
I have the luckiest things of all.
It's not an object owned by one man,
not a person
or a note.
Not a hand motion
or a glittering jewel.
No.
The stars are my lucky objects.
And so is the moon.
They glimmer above,
they are the luckiest things.
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Sorry this one is pretty short.
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We're All Mad Here
PoetryJust a series of poems. A series of words. A collection of stories. A collection of feelings. I think I've explained enough, it's up to you to read on.
