Monday, June 22, 2020

Superstition

"Fault in your stars
And found it as scars."
But never spoke a word, 
As stopped by the bird, 
with her pack of cards.
But heard the note of bards;
"Fault in your art, 
And never be a dart!
But be an arrow, 
And never borrow,   
the lies of an occult"

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