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.


About cdsmiller17

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 to give my blog pages something lighter, I'm sharing some of my personal photographs, too.
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