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Watch the magician place magic in her hat
feel the incantation as she,  
in stealth-like fashion
                                           feasts one eye on you....
She is an alchemist with a sword of illusion
rabbit tricks hold you spellbound;

Blurring the lines between fantasy and reality
with the sleight of her hand
she transforms and vanishes !
Zig zag lady tricks,  divided into sections
high magic, low magic
a benevolent white dove appears

Observe carefully the magic that occurs
Chronometer moments vanishing time
luxurious ships are launched,  
                                        inside your mind !   
Hypno-levitation wands, magical performances
a necromancer holding alchemy in her bare hands.
Here we are
       this and now  
          never turn your heart away !
Hear the song
that comes out strong
                then sweet ...
pure upon your lips of red

Birds of paradise
              fly high
           as they soar towards
                         the sun !

Here we are
                you and I
                        living for the other
                            as if we'll never die !
Quote  By William Arthur Ward:
A well-developed sense of humor is the pole that adds balance
to your steps, as you walk the tightrope of life.

We were young and filled with responsibilities
new to town, married and in our early twenties
My husband needed surgery and I didn't drive
with two small kids I had to find a way to jive

When I got to the hospital I bought him a souvenir
one big fury ape with a grin that said "I'm here "
He wasn't in bed so I put the ape in bed instead
a nurse came in and almost fell over with dread

He came out of the washroom and found  it there
when it comes to humor we make quite a pair
He soon recovered  and the ape came live with us
I took driving lessons and now I don't take the bus

This is a true story of how I used humor to cope
years have come and gone still I climb the *****
Using humor in a crisis can surely help my dear,  
it can ease the soul and help you when you fear.
Flowers outside the schoolroom grew bigger and brighter of their own volition. " Alice, Alice !" the teacher called.  All she saw was a saucer eyed girl sitting,  staring out the window. Sober as a Deacon she sat there with her mind blow-stitched to the earth.  Fireworks burst in the sky as a big purple blubber bounced out "Alice, Alice" ssssssssss was the sound it made as it  cupped out O with a sticky jelly mouth.  
he was from outer space
unlike her own race
he was soooo, gooey gooey!!!
A slight change in atmosphere and suddenly Alice fell topsy-turvy into a dark hole.  Exotic energy clung to her as she spun out of control and dropped into an inter-stellar tunnel filled with brilliant stars. Faster than the speed of light she travelled into a non existent wormhole.  A sweet little paper plate with eyes, nose and mouth greeted her on the other side. He spoke the infographics of his knowledge to her, sending shock waves of pleasure to her extra-sensory perception with telepathic communication;    
Lost in gravity waves  
time dilation ...  
She arrived safely.
Oh the flowers, the flowers were everywhere! Each specific tessitura sang to her in baritone, soprano, mezzo soprano and tenor.  It was an elevation of the highest senses.  Through vertical angles the sound was outsourced, so she listened with continuum " Alice, Alice " is what they sang in chorus.  She tried to determine where the melody was coming from but deep down she knew that this heavenly music was an extension of her and them.  Oh what a sweet tonality it was, both subdued and energetic at the same time. As the galaxies split, the tidal forces merged together and suddenly it made no difference where she was or how she got there. All she knew was she was finally home !
Sputters in the thick of night
setting the pathway ablaze!  
Flavors of foretimes return
bittersweet as my spirit;
A street lamp pours out sweetly,  
upon my shoulders of bare.
Recalling honey-dew words
I weep, ...bitter tears for you.
Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art !

Cupid found me and turned me into mush
when he walks by I suddenly begin to blush !
Cupid has my number and when he rings my bell
I feel all sugar coated, dipped in love's pell-mell

Cupid God of desire sets his darts on fire
toasting hearts and filling them with great desire
Cupid loves to match us heart to heart  
fitting us together we will never part  

Cupid isn't stupid in fact he's very smart
he loves people and calls everyone,  "sweetheart"
Cupid knows his arrows are extra-extra hot  
and when it comes to love, he always hits the spot.    

When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do !
"Those we love don't go away they walk beside us every day"

Years may come and years may go
still the memory of her scent still flows  
"I'm praying in an angel, just for you"
she'd say then whisper, "I love you"

Echoes of her love still stir in me  
beneath the silent hush of her carefree
The story of our lives , cache of gold
hidden in my chest, never to grow old

Years may come and years may go
she walks beside me every day.  
Those we love don't go away,  
inside our hearts they always stay.
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