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The Magician’s Pocket
Magic that is lint-covered Unearthed at memorable times Revealed to a tiny discoverer In the form of candy and dimes Trivial and worthless by standards Different when seen in innocent eyes The magic coins and Lifesavers From a magician so full of surprise Though the visage has lost it’s sheen It matters not to the young audience For they adore the magic king or queen Rewarding them with sweets and tuppence. The magician knows magic is nothing Compared to eyes that are amazed Glad for the chance to be something To someone who brightened their last days By: Kimarie Manhart-Freeman
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