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I Could Have Turned Her Into A Toad

when i met her along the way she was so sad
and tears kept flowing from her eyes
and i, as the great magician of my place,
took her inside my room and began to perform
the usual tricks,
how my hands are quicker than her eyes,
i took a rabbit from my blackhat
i made flowers from my long staff
crisp money from newspaper shreds
yet she is still as sad as a child looking for her mother
and her favorite rag doll

and i asked her what she really liked she without hesitation said:

'please make yourself vanish in air! '

of course, what i did was wiser, i vanished her myself.
with all regrets, i could have turned her into a toad.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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