The real magic dragon
Puff puff bring on the magic
Don't leave me here
Colors come alive, vibrant
Sharpen my senses, dial me in
And the music Oh the music
My feet carry me across the floor
Swaying, turning, moving
Jackie Paper is growing old
Like wine Red red wine
I'm frozen in time
Puff, puff I break free
Soaring about the clouds
And the music Oh the music
Take me away, far away
Don't let the world in
Keep them at bay
Mary Jane, Mary Jane
I know your name
Don't leave me here
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Moijo | 1 | 12/25/2009 |
| Derry | 0 | 12/16/2009 |
| Act 1 | 3 | 11/18/2009 |
| The real magic dragon | 0 | 11/18/2009 |
| A rainy day | 0 | 11/18/2009 |
| Man | 0 | 11/16/2009 |
| US of A | 0 | 11/16/2009 |
| Gods wine | 3 | 11/16/2009 |
| The soul of a poet | 2 | 08/11/2009 |
| 54 or what happened to us | 3 | 08/01/2009 |
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