as the mind’s little arrows
and they’d tell a great yarn.
If you wish deep inside you
for a miracle gift
you have no one to guide you
to just hold you and lift
all your hopes to the heavens
where the gods sit and think
where the nines and the sevens
as the lucky ones wink,
you must harbour your wishes
be convinced without doubt
for, if wishes were fishes
you would be the king trout.
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