Yesterday morning as I left my house, I was greeted by the cry of three crows which fluttered in circles just above the snow-dusted branches of the Maple tree across the street. I couldn't decide whether this was an omen or just a picture-perfect Canadian Tuesday morning, so I left it all to rhyme and no reason.One for sadness, two for mirth;
Three for marriage, four for birth;
Five for laughing, six for crying;
Seven for sickness, eight for dying;
Nine for silver, ten for gold;
Eleven a secret that will never be told.
~ Miss Mo Rose
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