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Nov 2013
They say I'm a seeker.
But a seeker of what?
What does one seek for,
if it isn't good luck.

They say "Keep on searching,
you'll find it one day."
I've always said,
"good luck can you meet me halfway?"

Half way is a place,
I don't feel comfortable at all.
But I know halfway is a place,
I know I can't fall.

And as I wait for that day,
when good luck has been found,
I'll stand with my feet,
both firm on the ground.

Don't take me for granite,
one day I'll be sure.
That I know good luck,
can indeed be so pure.

So with these words,
be sure to remember.
Your life may seem,
today like a total blur.

But if you wait for the day,
good luck comes around.
Say goodbye to hell,
and your miserable frown.
Kayla Joy Gidge
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