An approaching intersection
Means we will have to choose
So we consult the oracle
And read the cards
We divine the chicken entrails
And toss the bones
Look to the stars
And flip a coin
We sleep on it
And work the numbers
Add up the pros and cons
And seek wiser counsel
We throw darts at the board
And cast the dice
Do eenie meenie minie moe
And spin the wheel
Then the intersection
Is upon us
And all there is to do
Is choose
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(Originally written and posted on November 6, 2003)
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