 | Chance, was not her friend
As anxious moment would decend
And nervous mood would send soft candle into flare
When choice's coin is in mid air
A hold hypnotic fixed in stare
With caution's watch as trip to ground seemed all too slow
And though she has that need to know
Would have no wish for him to go
Accept as Master's will, and bring him only pride
So placing fears away to hide
She beams with tremendous faith inside
For word of what the head or tail will surely have to say
But as the Master smiles her way
She knows her source of hope will stay
And have the best of both before the end of day
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