I suppose this is where you work the patter .....

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While I have a moment, let me tell you about the Isle of Gold.

It was barely a spit in the middle of a dead sea. Old Neptune himself barely came to visit.

There was fruit that was gorgeous to the eye but bitter to the tongue filling the island. A promise of nectar but the taste of a laughing ghoul.

It made a mean savage. Nothing to eat but the fruit of Hades.

But, it's said that Old Master Crow himself buried his treasure there. Safe from all but the most foolish.

Gems the size of a fist and golden coins to despoil your back. A Prince's life if you could get it to Olde Town. Nothing on an island of savage and cud.

It was Jack that said, go to the West to find the flat peak .... look towards the outcrop and spy the crescent.

But beware the deck. Many a man is broke on her back and fortunes found and lost. Woe the poor Mother whose child has taken to the coarse ways of the fateful card. Do I spy the Chariot and Fortune or the Tower and Woe? Or, is it the reverse. A hand once burned might return to the plow. A small treasure would slake the tiny thirst and a life of seeking with naught to be found but the lash and hardship.

Well that should do for the shuffle.

Cut me now and find your fate ...



Yours,