Bad luck

I don't remember to brake any mirror lately. Why am I having such bad luck? If I stepped on somebody's toes, it was an accident. He shouldn't put them there. I need to borrow somebody's good luck. Just for a moment, so I could reverse mine. Just a little touch. Do you know any chimney sweeper? He will let me to touch his sleeve today. Tomorrow everything will be O.K. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 7/11/08