I don’t know what the future holds
or what I’ll have for lunch
for life in random ways unfolds (or so, at least, I have been tolds)
but still, I have a hunch (or, frankly said, a bunch).
Tomorrow will be Saturday
my favourite day of week
and I dare say that come what may
I will have rice and leek (this promise I intend to keep).
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