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...With Just My Luck...
With just my luck I miss the bus and half to wait nearly another hour.
With just my luck I make it to school only to be sent to in school restriction.
With just my luck I injure myself in a track meet; one day before the city meet.
And with just my luck it rains right before we begin.
With just my luck I see the guy I really wanted to be with whisked away.
And with just my luck I can tell I wasn't wanted anyway.
With just my luck I am banished from a world I love, no matter how fictious it may be.
With just my luck I can hardly finish writng that awesome action story.
With just my luck I have an F in math, and with it comes losing my lunch just to get help.
That path!
With just my luck I have to surrender to the tale of Romeo and Juliet, for my Honors English hasn't ended it yet.
With just the darned luck I have, I find that being attractive and being together just don't want to work for me.
Plain to see with the luck I have.
Jinx is what my brother calls me,
even if he means no harm.
But with just my luck he's right everytime.
With just my luck I 'might' pass math with a D, but for the prize money I was promised I must maintain something higher than a C.
*sigh* See?
With just my luck I a drop a book in the mud that isn't mine.
Money coming out of my pocket; dollars, quarters, nickels, dimes.
With just my luck I can rhyme.
But in my class writing proper academic paragraphs I have a hard time.
It's a sob story, yes this I know.
But can you explain my horrible luck? No?
With just my luck I won't get a reply.
Or a comment or a critique, any one that I can find.
With just my luck my cell phone will charge,
only to have it dirty tomorrow.
With just my luck I will succeed to run really, really fast.
Please wish me luck, 'cause somehow I feel I might not be up for that!
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