these are like 3 weeks old but it's ok some people write for 5 years and never finish and that has no relevancy
Mystifying and perplexing, is the unknown known as magic
You could pull a rabbit out of a hat, disappear
Read people’s minds, even fly on your very own witch’s broomstick
There’s even that touch of fantasy, Santa’s special sled and reindeer
Truth be told, science is just the same
Alchemy, the theory of turning lead into gold
And the grandeur of wood burst aflame
All the questions unanswered, the secret truth untold
But the most intriguing of all magic is the elements
Water, fire, earth, lightning, and the shivering ice
How they mix, divide and collide is simply brilliant
To see these firsthand is surely enough to suffice
From a psychic to a sorcerer, magic stays true
Perchance you find a miracle, magic bids you adieu.
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Once I had a wondrous dog, full of joy and gaiety
Always barking, running, playing, even sitting on the couch for a soap opera
When my sister left for university I became his best buddy
Every day I played and sat with him on the sofa
Although he aged with me, I never thought I’d see
The time when he preferred to sleep, not set free
I was sincerely intrigued, and he needed to be carried
We took him to the doctors, indefinitely worried
To my surprise, he contracted arthritis
Not long after, I myself fell to pneumonia
Stuck in the hospital, he was unbeknownst to my crisis
As I sat there, sick and miserable
When I discharged, I was saddened to say
I could not carry him, not a single day
My stitches would tear, something I would not dare
My dad didn’t let him sleep here, only downstairs
My dog was depressed and dejected, nauseous and alone
What could I do? Powerless to better his life
He urged his legs to move on, filled with strife
Until it was time I said goodbye, tears in my eye
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