by J. Merrill

Created on: September 26, 2010   Last Updated: October 13, 2010

Can the cards predict?

The feelings I contradict

I had such a fright

When she laid the cards down right

The cards laid read

What shouldn't have been said

Of a past life I try to hide

Where I had left my pride

Sitting down in the psychic's chair

What a fool I was to not be scared

So now I must contend

With wounds that will not mend

All because of tarot cards

Their knowledge should be a reward

But instead it lies as a curse

That couldn't be any worse

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