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Unlucky 13

O’ triskaidekaphobia —
don’t let it annoy ya —
your paranoia,
your frightened mind.

This triskaidekaphobia,
it will destroy ya,
I do implore ya,
your fear it will find.

Yes, triskaidekaphobia,
it will toy with ya,
and even enjoy with ya
superstition sublime.

Said triskaidekaphobia,
“I don’t want to bore ya,
but I’ll take Peoria,
at twelve Central time.”

Came triskaidekaphobia,
by way of Astoria
thirteen more than ya
hoped you could confine.

But triskaidekaphobia
was unlucky ya know ya
and took the thirteenth floor ya
and then fell to its decline.

Of triskaidekaphobia,
I’ll say no more to ya
because history will show to ya
that it will all intertwine.