ivor or ivor.e hogg
Honestly - Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg
A good luck charm an amulet.
yes superstition lingers yet.
Despite vaunted modernity,
the human race is still not free
from their belief a lucky charm.
Will somehow keep them from all harm.
Although it defies common sense
it seems to boost their confidence.
I don’t subscribe to this belief.
I check and find to my relief
the lucky charm she gave to me.
Exactly where it ought to be.
My only reason I declare
for wearing it. It pleases her
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