Don’t wish on stars
They’re just yesterday’s light
Last week’s glow
Stop the hunt for four-leaf clover
Truth be told they’re just mutant weeds
Salt over the shoulder is wasted salt
Birthday candles only delay gratification
Shooting stars aren’t magically inclined
Screaming by, they can’t answer
Plaintive pleas
Please quit blowing eyelashes
They’re only hair follicles
Nothing more
See a penny, pick up many germs
Black cats purr the same as white
Horseshoes are
indeed lucky
though you must wear them
at all times
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