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| 268. The Wish I dropped a penny into a well And watched it hit my mark I was just about to make a wish When the sky became gray and dark A voice bellowed from deep below And cautioned me to choose most wise Needless to say I nearly peed my pants Not knowing the origin of these cries I regained my composure and looked around I spoke as best I could I asked who was addressing me And answer to get I hoped I would A moment later the voice did speak It told me that life wasn’t what it seemed It counseled me that I could wish for peace Or for all the wealth I had ever dreamed My mind was filled with visions of cures The hurt and infirmed arose from their beds Weapons of mass destruction were destroyed And helmets flew skyward from warrior heads And then I saw the look of wealth Women and splendor were at my feet I had more cash than everyone And my picture adorned every city street To choose between the two was quite hard For I had suffered through bankruptcy and pain I knew both sides of the coin I had tossed And either decision held much for me to gain But I delayed for a moment just too long For another coin broke the watery surface below I turned to see who had done such a thing My wish was gone but I prayed it wasn’t so I yelled for the voice to return and speak But it was the stranger who now talked to me He said I seemed in such a horrible mess That he wished for a moment of peace to come to me Without another word he turned and left And no matter how many coins I did throw The voice never returned to speak to me Of my choice the world would never know |
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