Clap when you see a red car

“and it shall rain gold.”

A bird that cried to bring you luck

Knock wood..

Knock wood..

Do you really find comfort in your dead rabbit’s foot?

You ask the Black Cat with the Yellow Eyes

To cross not the street just yet

“Be a dear Neko-chan and point the way

to the ocean of the dead.

The mirror broke into a thousand pieces you see,

and a dead rabbit can’t slay dragons for me.”

You say you are tired of,

knocking wood.

Knocking wood.

and yet you hold on tight to your dear dead rabbit’s foot.


3 Comments (+add yours?)

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  2. MidoriiJade
    Oct 12, 2012 @ 23:58:37

    And, you destroy just one mirror
    before you run off to find some grave
    Silly Kitty, learn quickly!
    There are those even the dead can save..


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