the future has ghosts too

queuing up just waiting

we give them substance

by living dying mating

sometimes you get hints

they call it premonitions

or that indefinable frisson

whatever the definitions

clairvoyant at the seaside

read my palm for sixpence

said I'd wed a gyspy, who

did have a second sense

lit me with superstitions

she could read my ...

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