Fate
"A seed is a seed," says the Joker juggling. "Will it be a mighty oak? Or will it be a gangly weed?" Trip, the Joker slips; spilling seeds and to their destiny, they fall to their earthy wombs where they become to one day be or they may never be: "Spillage can't be accounted for," Says the Joker.
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