The silver star and sun stand above
The edges connected to a thin, but efficient circle
The circles all hanged onto a ear
If one fell off, the other would as well
The clover was in between the two
At the warm and breezy grasslands
The clover was below of them to grow luck
The silver complimented the filled in white and gold outlines
Clover hanged on with its black polyester collar
The neck being the only thing to hold that precious candicacy
One push of the small golden trigger, and the hook would kill its lover
Then the hook would fall to the bottomless pit
But drag luck and hug its hand to dear life hoping to escape death
But luck has accepted death as a inevitable fate and flailed its black woven arms
Luck surprised itself as a unexplainable force grabbed it
"I'll put you back in my jewelry box"
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Poems with Jasables
PuisiPoems are love, Poems are life, It's the soul of me And what I can be. My crowd gets big, And keeps getting bigger, That's cuz Jesus Christ is mah love! Peace. *Mic drop* I thought I was going to say it, didn't u?
