Couldn’t Hurt

Superstition’s not my thing,
But even so, before we ring
The New Year in and this one’s over,
If I find a four-leaf clover
Or a severed bunny’s foot,
I know the end to which I’ll put
Those items some insist are lucky:
Making next year much less sucky.

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