fate and karma
confuses me. fortune cookies
are lame
now.
what will be will be,
sang doris
day.
obviously doris,
thanks sweetheart for
telling me something I don't
know.
tell me the future doris,
stale
fortune cookie,
gyspy with a ball.
give me
something to go by.
a path to follow.
bread crumbs
to lead the way out,
or in. we all get what's
coming to us.
maybe.
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