the writing’s on the wall;

and, maybe I can’t pronounce it,

but pride before a fall;

and, as a black cat once said to me,

whilst crossing my path,

‘salt over your shoulder,

before you’re much older,

see which way up it lands,

or the Devil will find work

for your too idle hands.’

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