Hello, Riddlers! Can you guess our theme? I make these on a daily basis, though I've sorted and stirred them into a recipe for intention. ; ) ~ F
A shooting star is cliche, for I can be made any way. You might feel lucky or see something strange, perhaps your desire rests out of range. I'll run through your wires, holding hands with hope. I'll even hang around at the end of the rope. Think of me and send me out! The universe listens if I deliver no doubt. My measure's mysterious, and I'm thought to be whimsy, but the depth of your core isn't that flimsy. So, throw the pitch, but don't drop the ball. My tidings return with the right call.
What am I?
I gave you a clue!
|CLUE: This would be a good scene to make me- though it's a cliche. ;)|
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