Who are those penny placers?
Who place them upon the floor,
For us to them pick up,
For us to have a days luck,
Who owns that black cat,
That slinks superstitiously past our doors?
Whose mothers backs are broken,
From stepping on that crack,
Nor you nor I,
So who started this strange old lie?
Who was struck,
By 4 years bad luck?
When the mirror cracked before their face,
We do not know who,
We have no clue,
As they are gone without a trace,
These silly lies,
Have us fearing life,
Even though we have an admission,
That none of this is true.
Todays best new poem was written by Tabitha Lay.
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