Oh your cryptic lines play words
like a carnival game;
I'm the bull's eye
you're the dart fluttering by,
never kissing its target
and the prize
is always an opportunity
for a bigger prize
I want to be a gypsy
dishing fateful omens at passersby,
or better yet, the Queen of cups
resting in your hand
but I'm merely a girl,
with a cotton candy tongue,
words playing like a carousel
around and around and around
Drop a note and have some Tea
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