Dumb Luck
Once there was a penny,
Face down on a dusty floor,
Who knows how long he’d been there,
A day, or two, or many more.
He laid in wait to be picked up,
Longed to be shoved in cozy pocket,
Completely unaware he brings bad luck,
That clueless copper doomsday prophet.
— April Resnick
Bad Luck Penny, by wiseman
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