One for sadness,
two for mirth;
Three for marriage,
four for birth;
Five for laughing,
six for crying:
Seven for sickness,
eight for dying;
Nine for silver,
ten for gold;
Eleven a secret that will never be told.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Counting Crows
Posted by Judith at 1:45 PM
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2 comments:
I like it very much....
Neat poem. I love crows - which is a strange thing for me to say because I've always hated them...hmmm..trying to tell me something, I think.
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