tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51650799766956719572012-02-16T10:32:02.401-08:00My personal Blog to read for all.My Webloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01460575765400572335noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165079976695671957.post-67992114332111146762008-03-02T22:52:00.000-08:002008-05-08T02:33:48.900-07:00<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span>In a Dictionary</span></h2> <p><span>In a dictionary thirty years old<br />I found a four-leaf clover<br />between two definitions deep in the c's<br />it did not press well<br /><br />And like a shirt badly ironed, its leaves,<br />two of which dried together,<br />have creased, and it does not<br />appear lucky at all<br /><br />Those words hold years of such luck,<br />and stuck to some faded page<br />there is a clover picked once<br />when I stepped from a car<br /><br />Found it growing at my toe<br />and happened to look down,<br />happened<br />not to crush it</span></p> <h2><span>Lauren Coggins</span></h2><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5165079976695671957-6799211433211114676?l=myopenweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My Webloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01460575765400572335noreply@blogger.com0