My horseshoe fell from over the door. I have a three-leaf clover that once was a four. My rabbit s foot has shed its hair. The luck of the Irish just isn t there. Luck and Love go hand and hand like waves to ocean and beach to sand.
Life is the sea.
Luck is the tide. Life is a carnival and love is a ride. You re lucky if you love. It doesn t happen twice. So close to heaven and almost paradise.