A Thought 'Bout Friday 13th
*~Friday The 13th~*
Surely once a year
The date crosses our eyes
It's Friday the 13th
Stoned from the deadly fear
Imagining what might happen
And hope for all the luck
So during the whole day
You're alert for everything
Maybe a bit too suspicious
But better to be weird
Than to overcome an accident
As the day finally ends
And you see the sun-rise
Of the very next day
You put a big smile on your face
Laughing about yourself
But you're still ready glad
That nothing bad has happened
And then the day-routine starts again
But someplace inside your head
You're longing for the next
Unlucky Friday
*~Be Blessed~*
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| Auteur: Lost Hope | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 september 2002 | ||
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