Fantastic Is This Magicness
It's magic is,
Wrapped fantastic.
And efficiently preserved to eat.
Its magicness,
Is fantastic.
And fresh enough,
Whenever the need.
It's magic and wrapped fantastic.
And never to be used as one would please.
Leaving all a quality that's hard to believe.
It's magical,
And fantastic.
To satisfy like nothing could.
With the coulda wouldas wishing they understood.
Oh it's magical,
And fantastic.
To satisfy like nothing could.
With the coulda wouldas wishing they understood.
Fantastic is this magicness.
With the wannabees sneaking a peek.
Fantastic is this magicness.
With the wannabees sneaking a peek...
Wishing they could get a piece of this recipe.
Fantastic is this magicness.
With the wannabees sneaking a peek.
Fantastic is this magicness.
With the wannabees sneaking a peek...
Wishing they could get a piece of this recipe.
It's magic and wrapped fantastic.
And never to be used as one would please.
Leaving all a quality that's hard to believe.
Its magicness,
Is fantastic.
And fresh enough,
Whenever the need.
Its magicness,
Is fantastic.
And fresh enough,
Whenever the need.
Leaving all a quality that's hard to believe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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