Forget what I said last Friday at six:
Only the Hanged Man could be such a fool;
Right now the only thing to do is cool
Gratuitous thoughts which get on our wicks,
Including anything which makes us mix
Valuable energies. I’m a mule,
Educated by the hard-knock life school,
Meaning: I have wounds that have need of licks;
Else wise, I wouldn’t be such a donkey.
Please overlook these slips of my heart’s rein:
Let me be there beside you all the time
Even though I act a little bonkey
And step upon your heart. No pain, no gain:
Sometimes I have no reason and no rhyme.
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I am an Astrologer who also writes about world events. My first eBook "At This Point in Time" is available through most on-line book stores. I have now serialized my second book "The Star of Bethlehem" here. And I am experimenting with birth and death charts. If you wish to contact me, or request a birth chart, send an email to cdsmiller17@gmail.com. (And, in case you are also interested, I have an extensive list of celebrity birth and death details if you wish to 'confirm' what you suspect may be a past-life experience of yours.) Bless.
