TO BE SUPERSTITIOUS
Staring down the barrel of a
recoiling gun leaves little time
for reflection. See that thing?
Gone! In an instant!
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Time is funny like that, how
it passes. It takes a a good
month for a tree to lose its
leaves, yet we can leave this
life in a moment. Jeez!
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The coin that lands heads up?
That must mean something
good. The ladybug on the
window brings good luck,
it's understood. But in spite
of all these actions, I'll take
my chances blind.
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The wind is leaving, gently.
I hope to leave in kind.
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