We sat o the grass picking out clovers and pulling off their petals. If I didn’t know better, we could have been three again sitting in front of our playground all together around. Pure bliss. Before we split. And I was left to fend alone.
ripped — the clover was ripped. three little leaves lay on the ground, lethargic breeze picking them up and dropping them agian. i can’t imagine a human so cruel, and yet a ladybug haven’t the strength.
It sparkled with morning dew as she looked down at it. One might imagine the endless superstitious possibilities of the four leaves, but she had no such ideas mulling around in her brain. It was green and looked lovely to her as she chomped down on it, among many others with less exciting numbers of leaves, on this beautiful spring day. She munched happily as her tail swatted away some flies, and she whinnied with satisfaction.
four leaf clover stands for luck, but it’s really just like a human with a deformity. why don’t deformed humans stand for luck, too? it’s just a little something special to differentiate us from all the other human/clovers in the patch.
The four leaf clover. A mystical thing indeed. Wanted by all seeking a way to cheat the system, increase their chances of a good outcome. But is it really all that good? You see, I know the truth. The four leaf clover comes with a harsh price. For all who use it to its full potential are cursed, a curse that destroys everything you know.
You are my luck. My four leaf. But something happened. What happens when someone I thought was a four leaf clover turns into a three?
Lying naked in a patch of clover.
My heart was wrapped up in clover the night i looked at you
Four leaf clovers are supposed to be about good luck. I’ve had a few of them, and it never really seems to work. I don’t think it really does. Clover hooves and chewing the cud is what makes a hooved animal kosher suppposably, I learned that the other day when I went to a jewish
To everyone, it brings luck. But to even more it symbolizes family, faith, tradition. Its as common in Irish Catholic households, as the sign of the cross!
Would that luck could be bottled ao easily. It certainly would come in handy to have whenever I needed it, easily within reach. There might have been a few times that it could have save me some grief.
There was a clover in the field. SOMEONE CAME ALONG AND ATE IT AND EVERYONE DIED BECAUSE IT UNLEASHED A DISEASE UPON THE EARTH THAT HAD NO CURE. THE END.
Go ahead and run in the fields of antlers where the deer congregate. And chase until you can’t. And bark until you won’t. RIP beloved pet, beloved friend.
I was walking in the park one day. I tripped on my shoe lace and I fell into the soft green grass. I saw a four leafed clover, and put it into my pocket. I had good luck until I left it in my pocket and it went through the wash. I was sad. very sad indeed. All of the luck was washed out of my clover, and I felt very stupid for washing it.
The red clover swayed in the breeze. Small enough to avoid the leaping legs of Timothy and Magdaline, but large enough for Aunt Jenna to snap a a quick photo to admire in later years.
These four leaves are the hope I have for you. They are holding on to their faithful stem that clings to the ground in an effort to nourish with groundwater and sunlight. These four leaves will grow thick and bright and when you come upon this clover the wishes will be ripe for the picking.
i was laying face down in a patch of clover. the stuff was in my nose. i could taste it in my eyes. and all i wanted was to to bottle that up and pour it on my couch at home to cover up the shit smell.
I always think about clover chips. I guess clover is a part of playing cards. It makes me happy thinking about playing cards. Clover sounds like over. I don’t really know what this means. And I dont know if I care
I was in this really cool place, like a small field, but completely enclosed by trees. It had little strawberries and clover plants growing that tickled under my bare feet. I lay down and was completely absorbed by my patch of blue sky. I saw in the clouds: a horse, a dragon, a book.
The clover mocks me. The king of clubs stares at me viciously, sitting in my hand, blending with the other clubs in my deck of cards. Supposed to be lucky, they taunt me with misfortune. So I quickly discard. Take that, King!
There was an old TV show, and the lead girl was named Clover. She was annoying, but her friends were okay. They had very generic unisex names, Sam and Alex, so I often wonder why the writers decided to give the other girl such an unusual name. I used to really like it and I wished my name was Clover. But then I realized that Clover, suits a horse better.
The four leaf clover was the one thing that had stuck with her for her whole life. She kept it since she was little; it had brought her luck in the darkest of times. She never was able to place where the magic of the clover came from, only that it was the most powerful magic she’d experienced, save for love.
this. this is the moment.
her eyes are transfixed by the emblem above the man’s head, but her body rockets forward towards him. the effects are visible instantaneously. he has died with the clover hanging over.
saint patricks day green once i thought i found one and once i got bit by a snake it hurt but jenna’s probably hurt worse jenna’s coming home on thursday but then shes leaving that’s ok i can deal we’re just going on lots of fun trips and lots of fun i’m excited.
What the fuck is a clover? Is it a plant? Like a four leaf clover? hmmmmm… wasn’t there a president named clover? Huh I think clovers are cool but maybe that is because I’m irish, who knows.
Clover fields of Horton the Elephant, Pink and garish as Drag Queens lips, Full of false pretense and far from elegant, Lost in one mishappen mental eclipse.
lucky green clubs. heart stars and horseshoes _______s and blue moons. 3 leaves are luckier. 4 leaves are freaks. if you had an extra arm, would you consider yourself lucky? nah, dont think so.
four leaf. lucky. give him two lips like roses in clover, and tell him that his lonesome nights are over, sandman-i’m so alone, don’t have no body to call my own so please turn on your magic beam…mister sandman bring me a dream! bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum….
Clover always makes me think of childhood. As a child, I remember running out to the field to play during preschool, running to the patch of clover, hurrying to find a four leaf clover before the others. I don’t remember ever finding one, but it was always fun.
A clover is a simple thing, yet it can bring each and every one of us such pride and joy. Our hearts race when we realize we have discovered a four leave clover. it may merely be a plant, but when we find one, we can be filled with nothing but pure accomplishment.
this morning me and nat were on the computer taking pics with eachtother and we found that stamps were one of the effects so we found four leaf clovers and we stamped them all over our picss hahahh l
Walking down the old road, I was amazed by the green surroundings. I stopped to take it all in and I looked down to my feet and there it was, a four leaf clover.
Crimson and
Roll me over
Lucky four leaf….
One little plant
Saddled with so many references, hopes,
So much need
Your round little leaves
Just trying to eat some sun
And get on with the business of spring.
She lay in the bed of clover, a blue arch of nothing above her that reflected itself in her dark eyes. Her mouth took shape around words, but I could not hear any of them, as I was too drawn up in her figure, in her smiling face that laughed at the sky.
The clover was all alone, all by itself. The only clover in the field. No one knows why it’s the only one that grows there, it just is. The local kids have named it Harvey and they sit and talk to it almost everyday. The only clover in town. Harvey.
He picked the clover and ran back to his mother.
“Look what I found mother!” he cried out.
His mother slowly took the clover from his small, chubby hand and looked at it closely.
totally spice, totally loved it. childhood. best memories, primary school, best friends. spar. nice weather volleyball… i loved it. and i miss it so much.. it was a fantastic period.
Clovers, what mom uses to keep the house smelling pretty, clover field, the street we lived in while in sunny sandiego, clover as in four leaf clover, a piece of luck found amid a field of regular clovers.
Clover’s are a simple thing
To smell
To see
To breath
Clovers Clovers Clovers
This Is What They Mean To Me
A Clover Is a Kiss From A Lover
A Hug From a Mother
A laugh from a brother
A Clover Is Love
We sat o the grass picking out clovers and pulling off their petals. If I didn’t know better, we could have been three again sitting in front of our playground all together around. Pure bliss. Before we split. And I was left to fend alone.
ripped — the clover was ripped. three little leaves lay on the ground, lethargic breeze picking them up and dropping them agian. i can’t imagine a human so cruel, and yet a ladybug haven’t the strength.
It sparkled with morning dew as she looked down at it. One might imagine the endless superstitious possibilities of the four leaves, but she had no such ideas mulling around in her brain. It was green and looked lovely to her as she chomped down on it, among many others with less exciting numbers of leaves, on this beautiful spring day. She munched happily as her tail swatted away some flies, and she whinnied with satisfaction.
four leaf clover stands for luck, but it’s really just like a human with a deformity. why don’t deformed humans stand for luck, too? it’s just a little something special to differentiate us from all the other human/clovers in the patch.
The four leaf clover. A mystical thing indeed. Wanted by all seeking a way to cheat the system, increase their chances of a good outcome. But is it really all that good? You see, I know the truth. The four leaf clover comes with a harsh price. For all who use it to its full potential are cursed, a curse that destroys everything you know.
You are my luck. My four leaf. But something happened. What happens when someone I thought was a four leaf clover turns into a three?
Lying naked in a patch of clover.
My heart was wrapped up in clover the night i looked at you
Four leaf clovers are supposed to be about good luck. I’ve had a few of them, and it never really seems to work. I don’t think it really does. Clover hooves and chewing the cud is what makes a hooved animal kosher suppposably, I learned that the other day when I went to a jewish
To everyone, it brings luck. But to even more it symbolizes family, faith, tradition. Its as common in Irish Catholic households, as the sign of the cross!
Would that luck could be bottled ao easily. It certainly would come in handy to have whenever I needed it, easily within reach. There might have been a few times that it could have save me some grief.
There was a clover in the field. SOMEONE CAME ALONG AND ATE IT AND EVERYONE DIED BECAUSE IT UNLEASHED A DISEASE UPON THE EARTH THAT HAD NO CURE. THE END.
Go ahead and run in the fields of antlers where the deer congregate. And chase until you can’t. And bark until you won’t. RIP beloved pet, beloved friend.
I was walking in the park one day. I tripped on my shoe lace and I fell into the soft green grass. I saw a four leafed clover, and put it into my pocket. I had good luck until I left it in my pocket and it went through the wash. I was sad. very sad indeed. All of the luck was washed out of my clover, and I felt very stupid for washing it.
The red clover swayed in the breeze. Small enough to avoid the leaping legs of Timothy and Magdaline, but large enough for Aunt Jenna to snap a a quick photo to admire in later years.
These four leaves are the hope I have for you. They are holding on to their faithful stem that clings to the ground in an effort to nourish with groundwater and sunlight. These four leaves will grow thick and bright and when you come upon this clover the wishes will be ripe for the picking.
i was laying face down in a patch of clover. the stuff was in my nose. i could taste it in my eyes. and all i wanted was to to bottle that up and pour it on my couch at home to cover up the shit smell.
I always think about clover chips. I guess clover is a part of playing cards. It makes me happy thinking about playing cards. Clover sounds like over. I don’t really know what this means. And I dont know if I care
I was in this really cool place, like a small field, but completely enclosed by trees. It had little strawberries and clover plants growing that tickled under my bare feet. I lay down and was completely absorbed by my patch of blue sky. I saw in the clouds: a horse, a dragon, a book.
The clover mocks me. The king of clubs stares at me viciously, sitting in my hand, blending with the other clubs in my deck of cards. Supposed to be lucky, they taunt me with misfortune. So I quickly discard. Take that, King!
There was an old TV show, and the lead girl was named Clover. She was annoying, but her friends were okay. They had very generic unisex names, Sam and Alex, so I often wonder why the writers decided to give the other girl such an unusual name. I used to really like it and I wished my name was Clover. But then I realized that Clover, suits a horse better.
The four leaf clover was the one thing that had stuck with her for her whole life. She kept it since she was little; it had brought her luck in the darkest of times. She never was able to place where the magic of the clover came from, only that it was the most powerful magic she’d experienced, save for love.
With four leaves? I could use some luck right now.
this. this is the moment.
her eyes are transfixed by the emblem above the man’s head, but her body rockets forward towards him. the effects are visible instantaneously. he has died with the clover hanging over.
saint patricks day green once i thought i found one and once i got bit by a snake it hurt but jenna’s probably hurt worse jenna’s coming home on thursday but then shes leaving that’s ok i can deal we’re just going on lots of fun trips and lots of fun i’m excited.
What the fuck is a clover? Is it a plant? Like a four leaf clover? hmmmmm… wasn’t there a president named clover? Huh I think clovers are cool but maybe that is because I’m irish, who knows.
Clover fields of Horton the Elephant, Pink and garish as Drag Queens lips, Full of false pretense and far from elegant, Lost in one mishappen mental eclipse.
lucky green clubs. heart stars and horseshoes _______s and blue moons. 3 leaves are luckier. 4 leaves are freaks. if you had an extra arm, would you consider yourself lucky? nah, dont think so.
four leaf. lucky. give him two lips like roses in clover, and tell him that his lonesome nights are over, sandman-i’m so alone, don’t have no body to call my own so please turn on your magic beam…mister sandman bring me a dream! bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum….
Clover always makes me think of childhood. As a child, I remember running out to the field to play during preschool, running to the patch of clover, hurrying to find a four leaf clover before the others. I don’t remember ever finding one, but it was always fun.
A clover is a simple thing, yet it can bring each and every one of us such pride and joy. Our hearts race when we realize we have discovered a four leave clover. it may merely be a plant, but when we find one, we can be filled with nothing but pure accomplishment.
The field was covered in clover. It reminded me of the longing Bella felt in that vampire story. I felt the same way. Not happy at all.
this morning me and nat were on the computer taking pics with eachtother and we found that stamps were one of the effects so we found four leaf clovers and we stamped them all over our picss hahahh l
Walking down the old road, I was amazed by the green surroundings. I stopped to take it all in and I looked down to my feet and there it was, a four leaf clover.
Crimson and
Roll me over
Lucky four leaf….
One little plant
Saddled with so many references, hopes,
So much need
Your round little leaves
Just trying to eat some sun
And get on with the business of spring.
She lay in the bed of clover, a blue arch of nothing above her that reflected itself in her dark eyes. Her mouth took shape around words, but I could not hear any of them, as I was too drawn up in her figure, in her smiling face that laughed at the sky.
The clover was all alone, all by itself. The only clover in the field. No one knows why it’s the only one that grows there, it just is. The local kids have named it Harvey and they sit and talk to it almost everyday. The only clover in town. Harvey.
st patricks day. green. lucky. spring. happy. round. stem. 4 leafs. rare. cool
He picked the clover and ran back to his mother.
“Look what I found mother!” he cried out.
His mother slowly took the clover from his small, chubby hand and looked at it closely.
totally spice, totally loved it. childhood. best memories, primary school, best friends. spar. nice weather volleyball… i loved it. and i miss it so much.. it was a fantastic period.
Clovers, what mom uses to keep the house smelling pretty, clover field, the street we lived in while in sunny sandiego, clover as in four leaf clover, a piece of luck found amid a field of regular clovers.
Clover’s are a simple thing
To smell
To see
To breath
Clovers Clovers Clovers
This Is What They Mean To Me
A Clover Is a Kiss From A Lover
A Hug From a Mother
A laugh from a brother
A Clover Is Love