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Jul 2016
I knew of men
Who spoke of ghosts
And magic in the air.

I’ve watched wanderers
And beggars
And rich folk all alike
Those who claim
That by their hand
Magic will ignite.

But the only magic
I’ve ever seen
Is the magic I’ve made myself

The only magic
I’ve ever known
Was to love all I could
Without an ounce of spite.
Speaking Sorrow
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Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
(23/North Carolina)   
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     J Robert Fallon III
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