Trust my
luck I’m down and out
My wheel
of fortune is deflated
The dice
I rolled have fallen foul
My gypsy rose agglomerated
All shook
up no good vibrations
My
rabbit’s foot is now impending
All signs that once seemed omens
Not worth
the weight I’m now contending
Tarot
cards are stacked against me
I’m
superstitiously suspicious
Unfound
belief belies relief
My
worried beads tell tales fictitious
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