The Sprigs and Spirit of Sistine -13
Sshhhhh!!!
Wait patiently
I don't want the stars to overhear us,
they'll fuss like phantoms
if they hear the future between us,
you know, I began as a palmist in Persia
the money was good, the hand lines were thick
and the future didn't waste time on lies
but if the king's court caught you crusading,
if they heard hersey of heresy
from the palmistry you provided to the people
then they'd cut your hands off,
okay, I found the oracle of the Alpha and the Omega...
J.A.B.
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