Serendipity; A poem
In a culture so steeped in tales of luck and good fortune, it's no wonder that four leaf clovers choose to take root on our soils, naturally not wanting to miss out.
It's no wonder the arch of a rainwbow is a common sight, with our ever changing weather.
Farmers pray for rain, the rest for the sun.
But the Irish are just that lucky, that they'll get both multiple times in a day.
Ahh yes, the luck for the Irish; I was lucky enough to be born with freckles and freckles of it.
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Randomtoo many thoughts go unsaid. all of this poem are not mine. ©️ to owner.
