He made himself a fortune teller
And sat under a tree with a name-board.
He predicted to ten persons that day.
By fluke, it came true to two of them.
The two were the cause for new entrants,
A few of whom found it right and canvassed.
His fortune telling, with reliance of fluke,
Was going many years, earning fortune and name.
One can fool different people all the time.
30.05.2016
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