December 12, 2016, Prescott-
Waking came earlier than I wanted,
on this Double Twelfth.
I felt a sense of trepidation,
not knowing what lay in store,
on this Double Twelfth.
Nonetheless,
my routine proceeded,
and I connected with the world,
in the early darkness,
of this Double Twelfth.
Prayers came before
morning newspaper;
seems I was not the only
awkward riser,
on this Double Twelfth.
My boys had a good day,
overall, though,
glad that I stayed
the course of learning,
for each of them,
on this Double Twelfth.
The sun set, brilliantly,
and I indulged in hot lentil soup,
before my forty-minute workout,
ending this Double Twelfth.
A Sagittarian Seeker 
is 12/12 supposed to be an unlucky day?
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No, it’s just the twelfth day of the twelfth month.
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An interesting poem. Like sunshine above, I wondered about the significance of 12/12. Glad it ended well for you!
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12/12 has no general significance, but I have what some regard as a whimsical feeling about days that have the same number as their month. To me, they have some level of auspicity.
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oo, i think they do too. if nothing else, it gets me to look around more on that day, for something special to happen. nice poem.
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