False Prophet
Paths cross and cross again.
Sometimes it can't be avoided.
Sometimes their are people out that would like see nothing less then you to suffer.
Whether it is or isn't a delay.
I can not say for I do not predict of upcoming unforeseeable dangers.
I prefer philosophy over fear.
With a lesson to adhere.
In till it is tried and proven.
One can not and will not know unless some insight be given.
Theory to fact.
A puzzle in which to react.
Another thumb tact makes it into the bulletin board.
A picture on a postcard with a score.
How did you do?
Probably not as you thought you would.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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