Black Cat

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Day 52 366@40


With not a reason, is there any truth,
People do so fear, with no real proof.
Don't step on cracks, the path you walk,
Care on the thirteenth, they all do talk.

With not a reason, is there any truth,
People do so fear, with no real proof.
A mirror is broke, bad times for years,
If you do care, bring you to tears.

With not a reason, is there any truth,
People do so fear, with no real proof.
Walk under a ladder, such a bad thing,
Black cat crossed path, luck it will bring.

 




 
 
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