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PRESTO CHANGO
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When I was a child, I desperately wanted to find
A real magical object - a leaf, a stone, a talking tree
That I could use to magically change my life
That would change me, too
Into the poised, popular child that fit in
I also secretly wanted God or somebody to smite those I resented
To manure the neighborhood with their blood and guts
Or smite them individually with lightning bolts from on high
I lacked spiritual guidance, but I found teachers to show me
That the magic, the power, is within me
In my clarity, my will, my mindful focus
And a desire to harm none
These days I spin my spells into a safety net for us
I sparkle my blessings and good will all over the place
Where I tra-la-la each day amid my impressive array of magical objects
While I know, sure as sunrise, that the power behind the magic
Is when we join together to will a better world for everyone
A magical transformation into the garden where all might find a place
At the table
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