THE FORTUNE TELLER-MARANTHA JENELLE

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Submitted: April 28, 2011

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She told of fortunes good and bad

She told of times coming joyous and sad

She knew the hour you'd draw your last breath

And close your eyes for the last time in death.

Tea leaves and Tarot she did employ

To forecast her tales of grief or joy

"Cross her palm with silver"...she'd tell you all

Some of which you would NOT want to recall.

Shunned and feared by all aroun'

Seldom was she seen in the town

She lived in a weird and creepy old manse

Which folk's walked by with turned away glance.

Potions and poisons were what she'd brew

And many were the curses that she knew

Never wed, children she had none

She really was a rather eerie one.

For many a year she plied her spooky trade

And none truly knew the money that she made

Then one day a man went to her eerie manse

To obtain a charm to hopefully win games of chance.

He knocked and knocked, then opened the door

And found her lying stretched out upon the floor

In shock he ran to tell what he had found

And so they placed her 'neath the ground.

Now there was something the town folk never knew

There was one thing she simply could not do

Though she read tea leaves, futures and even your mind

There was one simple thing to which she was blind...

She'd been "future-proof" in her mysterious "third eye"

In knowing the day that SHE would die!


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