fucked-up quarter poetry the last three months have translated into three funerals, making me wonder, will i go twelve for twelve? Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
no. usually they’re in solid stacks of 3. You should be good for awhile. I’m at 2, and am crossing my fingers that the 3rd isn’t a close one. My hubby is an undertaker. I know for certain the rule of 3’s is true.Rest easy and live like you mean it.
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no. usually they’re in solid stacks of 3. You should be good for awhile. I’m at 2, and am crossing my fingers that the 3rd isn’t a close one. My hubby is an undertaker. I know for certain the rule of 3’s is true.Rest easy and live like you mean it.