Walking on cracks
Cutting my toenails on a Friday.
Put my umbrealla up inside the house
and new shoes on the table.
Broke a mirror - what care I?
I didn't greet the magpie either.
There's a black cat crossing my path
I can almost hear you all gasping.
I'm away at the moment but I couldn't resist scheduling this to post on Friday 13th. See you soon.
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