Predictive Text. By CpSingleton @ 2016
Apparently this year is going to be mine.
Not one but two have confidently predicted it.
If their positive appraisals of my present to future self are going to be fulfilled I apologise to the rest of you.
I will try and share it with you all;
I’m kind like that.
So don’t take to your double divans, in a sulk, until next year speeds in.
I will allow you to clasp on to my fuzzy coat tails and
Come fly high with me. I promise.
Don’t be green; be happy for me,
I never get news like this.
So who are these two fortune tellers?
These modern day Gypsy Rose Lee’s?
These creatures of the mystic trail?
One was my Daughter, and she knows everrrrrrything. She text me to tell me my good fortune.
The other was Facebook.