Sometimes we hope to ride our luck
Only to find our luck has run out,
Then when you’re close to giving up
Feel you’ve been beaten to the ground,
Suddenly you find your luck’s changed
Like Job or Sisyphus it’s a never ending trial,
Full of ups but then so many downs
But that’s my life it is not that profound.
fauxcroft 
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