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Everyone dismisses me as insane, But I am a prophet, Profiting, On the inane. When I get lost in stargazing My cup of cardamom chai Configuring constellations of cream, I pocket piping hot horoscopes Right out of the tea kettle. Remember -- I drink in the universe, Sanctimoniously symbiotic. So the next time I offer, To read your tea leaves, Left dried at the bottom of the cup, Don't scoff me off, Because what I do, Is translate the universe's art.
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Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC
The Frustrated Fortune Teller
Everyone dismisses me as insane, But I am a prophet, Profiting, On the inane. When I get lost in stargazing My cup of cardamom chai Configuring constellations of cream, I pocket piping hot horoscopes Right out of the tea kettle. Remember -- I drink in the universe, Sanctimoniously symbiotic. So the next time I offer, To read your tea leaves, Left dried at the bottom of the cup, Don't scoff me off, Because what I do, Is translate the universe's art.
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Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC
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