Walk up the hill right to the top, thats where your'll find the Lucky shop. You have to have faith and really be sure, that you know what you want, before you knock on the door. The old wooden floor,is dusty and creeks, the old man by the counter, he smiles as he speakes. Good day to you freind, please have a browse, we haven't for ages made any sales. The jars on the shelves they all had a lable, marked Faith, Good fortune and one to be able. Hid in the corner in the dust and the muck, sat a jar by its self, on the lable read Luck. I asked the assistant how much was to pay, for a hand full of luck to last me the day. His answer was strange, and I should have known, you cant buy from this shop, with money alone. It will cost you some time, we'll call it a day, I agreed to the sum and to the jar made my way. Lifting the lid there was nothing within, at the assistant I looked, on his face was a grin. I've paid with a day and no luck have I had, he said look at the back, and there it read Bad. So next time be carefull, you always should, for on the jar behind the lable read Good...
Reason for writing:
just some thing to think about in life, nothing is ever as it seems...
Birth sign: Capricorn
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