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Feb 2011
Bad Luck.
Stay away from me.
All you do is bring to me misery,
When I think I'm one step ahead.
Wham!-I'm behind again.

I doubt a four leaf clover could bring me luck.
You don't see me winning the lottery for big bucks.
And, if I did I probably lose it all.

Because bad luck seems to be my name.
And it seems to be my claim to fame.

What must I do to find good luck?
What must I do?
What magic spell must I request for to have it?
I'm not selfish I'm willing to share it.

It seems those that don't need it.
Have ways to locate it.
But I can't catch a break.
Least, I wasn't bitten by a snake.
But then it might not be a mistake if I was.

Because the medicince to cure it would be my miracle.
Just like finding someone great to love.
Rights belong to Jeffrey T. Conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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