I never have believed there is any truth in horoscopes.
There are too many people to be divided into too few groups
For there to be any significance.
But I read them anyway, two each day.
Seconds after I've read them, I don't recall what they said.
I never read my husband's, though I know he's a Leo;
I seldom read my childrens's, each a different sign:
Taurus, Libra, Aquarius. And even more rarely,
Do I scan the horoscopes of my grandchildren.
But she, in the spirit of her life, for a time,
Thought they held some truth, and believed a little,
Or pretended to, which amounts to the same thing,
So I keep reading them, as hope-less as ever.
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