She stared into the candle flame,
Convinced it held her fate.
She was the type who wanted answers
Handed to her on a plate.
She always read her horoscope
Religiously each day,
And she worried if her tea leaves
Landed in a certain way.
She thought the stars or tea leaves
Held the answers to her fate,
But in truth the only way to tell
Her future was to wait…
Pooky's Poems 
Some people hang on to hope don’t they.
Merry Christmas Pooky, hope you and your family have a great day.
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Thank you! Father Christnas is on his way. I guess hes already vudited you? X
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Yes he’s been but be assured he has plenty left to leave at your house. Have a good one.
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Another insightful poem, sounds a lot like me, I read all my horoscopes and hope the good bits are true. Hope you had a very happy Christmas.
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Thank you. It’s been winderful so far. And you?
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Having a lovely time with my son, daughter in law and new baby in Spain, enjoying a Feliz Navidad together.
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