Superstition's a Myth
By Quabben
I walked under a ladder today at the mall what was I thinking of, not looking at all Last week, a mirror I dropped on the floor in shattered pieces a crystal no more Then the black cat that crossed my path I knew I should never have put on my cap The salt was a slip, my hand went amiss All goes to show, superstition’s a myth Written January 18th, 2002 © on Jan 17 2002 09:31 PM PST 0 • 14
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