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Orbituary

As odds are high
At birth some part
Will stress one in
Another’s chart,

So we say the
Sky which covers
Earth has made us
Star-crossed lovers.
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Life’s pieces don’t really
Fit together at all:

Some keep stacking them up
In the hope they won’t fall,

Others clutch them tightly
Like a retaining wall.