When We First Met
a poem by Nigel Pickard
WHEN WE FIRST MET
she smashed
a mirror.
That’s seven
years bad luck,
she said.
You would have
thought it
might have
ended
by now.
WHEN WE FIRST MET
she smashed
a mirror.
That’s seven
years bad luck,
she said.
You would have
thought it
might have
ended
by now.
© Nigel Pickard, 2004
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