Cross my palm with silver
Cross my palm with gold
Come and hear a secret
Never to be told
Cross my palm with copper
Cross my palm wih lead
Tell somebody's secret
Maybe end up dead


She seems ageless,
Caught between child and crone
She could be thirty, or fifty, or more

Not so short, not so tall
Not so portly, not so small
Blue-black hair
Dark eyes that crinkle when she laughs
Colorful clothing and gaudy jewellry
Sometimes more, sometimes less

She sets up her table and crystal ball wherever it seems right at the time

Ask and ye shall receive
Ask carefully and receive something good
Good things come to those who ask
Sometimes......


She's dressed, undressed and holding things just the way you see them

Be nice to her and she'll be nice to you
Maybe very, very nice

She's not built solely for ERP
If that happens, it happens
But don't expect her to hoist her skirt just because someone walks up and asks
Cross her palm with silver....