This poem was originally written for another Friday, the 13th, back in December, 2019. Today seems like an appropriate time to publish it again. Of course, I am usually not too superstitious. Hmm, where are my lucky socks?
Does Friday, the 13th, bring on bad luck?
Breaking a mirror, let’s not make a scene
Crossing paths with a black cat, now fear struck
This Friday’s trying hard, to make us scream
Let’s focus on a different number
Twelve delivers a comforting meaning
Twelve Days of Christmas, never to shudder
Twelve Tribes of Israel, never demeaning
For some people, “thirteen” seems unlucky
Not really sure why others whine and fuss
Heading out the door with my dog Lucky
Snow flurries in June, now that’s treasonous!
So, what’s the big deal about the 13th?
Just change the calendar to the 14th
Big Sky Buckeye 
I’ve never felt unlucky about the number 13, but you’re right – it’s all about our focus!
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I agree Jenny. I am not very superstitious, but I enjoy an opportunity to mix a bit of humor into something like this. May your week be filled with a roomful of blessings.
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I love this! “I’m not superstitious, I’m just stitious!” ~Michael Scott 😉🙏🏻
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Karla, thanks for sharing Michael Scott’s insight. I am not very superstitious myself, but I enjoy writing something fun and light. May your week experience a basket filled with blessings.
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Aww thank you! Yours too!
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I almost didn’t realize this past Friday was Friday the 13th!
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It sneaks up on me as well. I thought I would repost this poem again.
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Awesome
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