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Jul 2021
Do you remember that first day you picked me up
You had me smiling before I even had the chance to close the door.
You offered me a sip of your red bull
Cuz Iā€™d told you Iā€™d never tried one before.
Do you remember the way we blasted music as we drove down the road
The car shook as we screamed our heads off,
I could feel as my happiness overflowed.
Looking for four leafed clovers used to be my favorite thing.
I would search for hours hoping I would get just one ounce of good luck
Because that's what they were supposed to bring.
So when we searched together
And found not one, but 8 four leafed clovers,
I thought it was some kind of sign
That you were my good luck;
That you were mine.
Written by
Elliana
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