It's boring being the Fates;
From time to time they'll
Throw down their scissors,
Break their spindle, bury
Their measuring rod and
For a while, every doom
Becomes uncertain. Eventually,
They're found, usually
Buying drinks for the house.
Sometimes, Clotho goes missing
For years and is replaced
By a sullen terrier who has
A terrible time spinning.
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