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There once was a seer up on high, Whose prophecies wandered awry. “Your future is bright Well… dark, by tonight… It depends,” he concluded, “on why.” I sought him through fog on the mount, For wisdom that surely would count. He stroked his long beard, Said, “Be bold. Or be feared. Or perhaps… let us wait and recount.” I asked if my fortunes would rise, He narrowed and widened his eyes. “You’ll prosper in trade, Or lose what you’ve made… It’s one of those two,” he replies “Should I travel afar?” I then pled. “Or should I stay home instead?” “Go forth, if you must, Or remain where you trust… Both paths lie ahead,” he half-said. I pressed him for love and for cheer, For signs of a wedding this year. “You’ll marry quite soon, Or be single till June… Of some unspecified year.” “Is danger about?” I inquired. He sighed, looking rather quite tired. “There might be a fall, Or no risk there at all… It hinges on what has transpired.” At last I descended the height, With counsel as clear as the night. The seer waved his hand, “Take a stand, or don’t stand.. Either way, you’ll be mostly quite right.”
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Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 2:40 PM UTC
The indecisive seer
There once was a seer up on high, Whose prophecies wandered awry. “Your future is bright Well… dark, by tonight… It depends,” he concluded, “on why.” I sought him through fog on the mount, For wisdom that surely would count. He stroked his long beard, Said, “Be bold. Or be feared. Or perhaps… let us wait and recount.” I asked if my fortunes would rise, He narrowed and widened his eyes. “You’ll prosper in trade, Or lose what you’ve made… It’s one of those two,” he replies “Should I travel afar?” I then pled. “Or should I stay home instead?” “Go forth, if you must, Or remain where you trust… Both paths lie ahead,” he half-said. I pressed him for love and for cheer, For signs of a wedding this year. “You’ll marry quite soon, Or be single till June… Of some unspecified year.” “Is danger about?” I inquired. He sighed, looking rather quite tired. “There might be a fall, Or no risk there at all… It hinges on what has transpired.” At last I descended the height, With counsel as clear as the night. The seer waved his hand, “Take a stand, or don’t stand.. Either way, you’ll be mostly quite right.”
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Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 2:40 PM UTC
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