Sunday, May 20, 2012

Hopscotch Poem


One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for a girl
Four for a boy
Five for silver
Six for gold
Seven for a secret never to be told
Eight, you live
Nine, you die
And you'll never know the reason why

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