by Maxwell Sebastian Burchett
Some say, and believe, bad luck lurks in threes.
That a triplet of troubles and woes, even doom,
Can be expected to appear, joined in a trio for despair.
Bad luck, they say, unfolds in a three-act play,
With prologue, conflict, and ending, a trinity of troubles predict,
A superstitious claim and firm belief, that fate is to blame.
Three and three, fates agree,
Bad fortune looms, dooms in trinity.
Triple, triple superstition whispers, simple destiny.
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