Tomorrow is Not a Promise

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I stepped over cracks
Wished upon a star
Said a prayer or two
Or three
Crossed my fingers
I even threw salt over my shoulder
Knocked three times on every wood
And tossed many coins in a fountain
Quarters, half dollars
Whatever I had
But nature takes its own course
And tomorrow is not a promise

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