Magic Poem by Sophia White
Magic
It is the “stuff of legends”
Not real.
Would that it were.
Oh, would!
I wish I could employ it
Only once!
To make everything
Everything – Right.
But
It it only
Stuff of Legends.
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4/25/2024 9:43:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Ah ha! You are sadly mistaken. Magick is in the eye of the holder, for to believe is to open the gateway to all opportunity. (Note: Magick is as such, and magic is the guy who pulls a rabbit out of his hat.) -Lydia