Sometimes
we like to imagine
that we’ve stumbled into
fate.
We think that this,
us,
together,
happened just the way
that destiny wrote
it on a stone
in some heaven
that must exist
somewhere.
Only we’re wrong.
Because fate,
and desitny,
and love,
are nothing but
country songs
written by ghost writers
in the Hollywood hills.
13 responses to “Fate”
You could be right!
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and i could be wrong
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Ha. Yup
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Great points, outstanding! Thanks for the visit and follow.
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thank you
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I’m obliged to believe you’re right about this. Experience won’t allow me to disagree neither.
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it seems possible. i think
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Finally I meet someone who knows what life’s about: “beer, weed, and pussy. “
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some people get it. thanks for reading
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Your style is awesome.
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thank you very much
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I like this. Well written and structured.
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thank you
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