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Oct 2010
Wishmaker, Wishmaker
cast me a spell
nuggets of gold
from your wishing well
blandish my heart
with your finest delights
lift up my soul
toΒ Β heavenly heights.

Grey clouds mean nothing
when you are around,
childish- like fantasies
forever abound.
sunshine appearing
wherever you go
bewildering starlight
from where?.. I don't know.

The newest of old things
the oldest of new.
forgotten reminders
come shining through
of days when
life's innocence first began
that wonderful, wonderful
magical man.
Robert Thornton
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Robert Thornton
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