Treasure Island

Suzanna C Chevalier

(4-18-1966 / Elizabeth, New Jersey)

Read My Palm


Try to read me if you can
my life story changes on the landscape of my hand.
Didn’t you know that the lines change all the time
depending on how you live your life.
Now I was told years ago that I would travel a lot
and make money on the go.
A lot of money which I would have come my way
Hollywood would set me up in hotels I would stay.
Now new movie script almost written and 2 Children’s books to create
I have to finish before it’s too late.
Now time doesn’t run out on the other side
so I don’t have to worry I should have it all done before I die.

Written by Suzanna C Chevalier on April 7,2011

www.suzae.com www.krendoll.com

Submitted: Monday, April 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 09, 2013
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