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Superstition’s childhood friend
Without end or equal
Your masterly precision
As decision’s minister
No constellation wheels amiss
None remiss in their reporting
To you the abacus
Of the earth
Each part of charted worth
Sphere and era logged
And catalogued alike
In a cycle of symbols
Red and seed and cymbals
Garland, flame and gong
Scent and song and marigold
Your stately entrance herald
Sumangali Morhall January 2005
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