Michael the Psychic
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I’m Michael the Psychic, superlative seer.
The future, to me, is exceedingly clear.
Predicting tomorrow is easy for me.
I study the stars and I suddenly see.
I look at my tea leaves to know of next week.
A month or two later takes just one more peek.
I enter a marvelous, mystical trance,
and learn what will happen a year in advance.
A glance at your palm will allow me to say
the things that will happen a decade away.
A roll of the dice or the turn of a card,
and even a century isn’t that hard.
The winter, the summer, the spring, and the fall,
reveal all their secrets in my crystal ball.
I’m sure of tomorrow, but who could have guessed
today we would have an arithmetic test?
— Kenn Nesbitt
Copyright © 2005. All Rights Reserved.
Reading Level: Grade 4
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