I love the promise of propitious
And the providence it brings
Or the idea that one’s destiny
Is full of fluky timely things
Clinking glasses saying cheers
When I hear the tolling bell
Taking chances on a rabbit’s foot
Throw pennies in a wishing well
If the stars are in disorder
Talent doesn’t have a hope
Your life-effect is can’t connect
Without a mojo in your scope
Take my advice forget all that
Hang nine numbers on your line
No special tricks no wizard fix
Another way to misplace nine
Maths is just a numbers game
When on their own don’t give jot
Yet play them thoughtfully together
They’ll show the way out of your spot
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