| Sun, Jan 25, 2:53 PM (3 days ago) | |||
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In the middle of a very heavy
Snowstorm there is a knock on the
Door. A god -- a small one --
Stands there, brushing off snow, and
Says "A few of us, for no good
Reason -- we gods need none
For what we do -- have been
Slowly changing your fate. You've heard
That even gods can't alter fate?
We say this because it's hard and
We're most of us lazy. Still, we have
Built you something interesting which
Begins as soon as you leave your
House with me. C'mon! I've shoveled
Your walk and hotwired your car."
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