Wishes and Whooshes
Wave my hand,
Wave it like so.
On and on and on this goes.
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Wishes granted,
Through space and time.
My lot in life I guess is 'fine.'
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Course I tire,
Of this routine.
When wishes asked that are obscene.
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Want to return,
The Outback calls,
But I guess to that, say "bugger all."
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So fine, the opal's
In your hands.
So now your wish is my command.