Best Fickle Finger Of Fate Poems

Preterists want back their laurels lost, fingers crossed.
Predators pray for their ruling permanence at the rest's cost, fingers crossed.
So many fingers, so much paltriness; So soon their crossing, their anagnorises so late.
Commanding o'er the entire terrestrial has always been the fickle finger of fate, 
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At last my Minxy is back in town,
My frown is finally upside down.
And now we’re going to paint the town red,
But the rest of the time we’re staying in bed.
Together again my life feels so full,
But when you leave I just feel awful.
We wined we...

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