Lucky Number Seven

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

i rolled my own dice, and out came this poem.

Lucky Number Seven
Life
turned over
and over and over.
Like a die,
it rolled,
clattering against the floor
creating a large clamor.
Isn't it odd
when life just rolls,
like a die?
When fate is decided
by the dots on each side.
Roll a one,
and you've won.
Roll a seven,
and you'll achieve
what was once impossible.


Submitted: March 08, 2009

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TheRyan

I like the way this poem flowed. Great work.

Sat, March 14th, 2009 1:39am

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thanks

Sun, March 15th, 2009 1:41pm

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thegirlwhofallsdownalot

i really like that poem, and my favorite number is 7, your so right, sometimes life just roles, and the changes keep it spinning, and sometimes we have no control over the way it falls. brilliant.

Sat, April 4th, 2009 2:57pm

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thanks

Tue, April 14th, 2009 2:00pm

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