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May 2014
I broke my clover
when I was five
& things
have been
downhill
ever since.

But still I keep
the three leaves,
what's left,
in my front pocket.

It's hope,
just in case
my luck changes.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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