AND THE ASSIGNMENT IS: beat bad luck away with a poem inspired by fortune cookies.
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So, popular fortune cookies are, I questioned it a little;
How one’s future sits within a treat so wee and brittle?
“Tomorrow is your star day: your life will fill with fame!”
(My kids, who were late for school, were screaming out my name!)
Not exactly the fate I thought of inside a cookie’s fold;
“Will I be rich?” still crosses my mind, “Before I get too old?”
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