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The Fortune Teller

An old crow
looked deeply
into...
a sour girl’s
empty Coca Cola glass.

To
read
her
story
still foaming.

If you marry
in middle age;
froth
told patterned;
within chipped glass.

When tired
of living alone;
when even
unable to live;
with sour self anymore.

Then
you will
rash reluctantly marry.
Your choice to chose
is not your own.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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