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PREDICTABLE


Read some cards only picked three
The star was the first one to see
The middle one was sacrifice
I rolled my eyes and said "how nice"

The card that was number three
Represented what I had to be
It was the High Priest
Finding you deep in me my feast

The meal of being predictable
Eating much more that your fill
That what lion's do
Long time between those meals for you

While fish hunt all the time
Little bits of food they find
They feed as they swim along
Nature plays both their song

That's the way it is in life
The faster one out runs the kill
A fish won't be a lion's wife
Predictably physically unreal.


12/31/2005 0153 cj







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