I Hate The Fates whack-a-doodles, who do they think they are? they bring my Ex to my new haunt. there she is in stiletto heels, sassy sequins and a black hat. I’ll bet she still wears Canoe and lacquers her lips with Diore Rouge. she's still a star and knows it. is she going to be the resident fox? my thoughts tangle up. I'll need more than black coffee or a drink. my feet are sinking. oh my dear knees, please don't fail me. those higher ups, those whack-a-doodles who do they think they are. why don't they get a puppy or learn to play the piano and leave us humans alone?		Enlarge I'll Love You Till sharks jump out of the water, dance and tell me what life is like   beneath the seas. crooks return all they stole, and you and I never have to do laundry again. so hang on for a wild ride in this small and beautiful world on the wheels of a great love.