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No card tricks involved.

No hidden aces.

And no, I can't pull a bunny

Out of a million hats.

But I think it's funny

That still

We can make magic

In our own ways...



Like I could never

Pull out metaphors

From the air

The way I do

When I think about

Your stare...

And how it's just like

Every newest breath of freshest air.

So how is it you fuel

These parallels

And verses ever tragic?

Guess if I could answer it

It wouldn't much be magic

Now would it?



And yes, I am afraid

That just a touch

Could send so many images

In a frantic rush

On through my brain

That I may be quite overwhelmed

And never pen the same...



And yes, I am afraid

That just a kiss

Could make me miss

Tomorrow's game

For staying in my Sunday bed

A little longer

Just to let the thoughts remain

And linger

Til they become stronger

And drive me back to sleepy dreams

Of first-and-ten

At our own twenty.

And then I'd see the endless green

Laid out in front.

And know we'd cover every yard

We catch inside our pupil gleams...

No punts

Please...