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Poem: I Am Not A Bowl 

My card is The Fool

Standing on the edge of a cliff

eyes fixed on the sky

dog at his side, barking a warning.

The Fool believes there is unlimited potential in every moment

Faith rules if I follow my heart


Yesterday I left a bowl on the table's edge

It toppled and shattered.

Now I hover over a precipice

The edge of new beginnings


I am not a bowl.

  • A poem by Alice Graves.

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