A poem.

Superstitious, Me?

One magpie, oh no! Where's the second?

One for sorrow two for joy. A ladder?

Walk around it, not under

No shoes on a table

No hats on the bed

Don't cut nails on Fridays

Or Sundays come to that

Salt on that neighbours tail

to keep the devil away

Thanks to Grandma, superstitious, Me?

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