On the street
I found a wallet
full of cash.
***
But it turned out
it was my wallet
***
And that’s too bad.
Because in my head,
that money was all
ready spent
.
chapter 13
“… the old gypsy’s curse
that I would grow up to
become Paul Whiteman
had come to fruition!”
t r e f o l o g y 
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Apparently the gypsy is still WHISPERING in your ear! :)
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