When I was growing up, once each spring or early summer my dad would go out on our lawn and find a four-leaf clover, pick it, and press it. Because he was able to find one just about every year that I recall, I thought that four-leaf clovers were pretty easy to come by, so I began looking for them myself. Well, it's taken me forty-one years, but I found one on Sunday, right in the middle of my front lawn!! Of course, given the amount of clover that is growing on my lawn, maybe this should not be such a surprise, but I am still excited at my good fortune!
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