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WISHMAKER

Wishmaker, Wishmaker

cast me a spell

nuggets of gold

from your wishing well

blandish my heart

with your finest delights

lift up my soul

to  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.

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robert-thornton
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Oct 24, 2010
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