She stretches her hand at things.
Magic moves them into her hand.
The magic is me.
She may know how the trick is done,
she may care.
I only know,
if the magic stops,
my throat begins to tighten.
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basilwhite) wrote,
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I wrote a poem: "Wife Telekinesis"
She stretches her hand at things.
Magic moves them into her hand.
The magic is me.
She may know how the trick is done,
she may care.
I only know,
if the magic stops,
my throat begins to tighten.
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The stage is my office elevator.
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Welcome original_copy, to the Minions of Basil.
Welcome original_copy, to the Minions of Basil.
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Basilwhite.com edy report: Zig's, Alexandria VA
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