Tuesday, September 21, 2010

There's A Unicorn In My Pocket

There’s a unicorn in my pocket
I don’t know how it got there
Maybe it jumped
Or flew
Or simply appeared out of thin air
(Or thick air)
It doesn’t sprinkle glitter dust
It doesn’t grant wishes
It doesn’t even talk
It doesn’t do anything
Anything except poke my hand
Every time I stick my hand into that pocket
(The pocket where the unicorn lives)
Every time it pokes me
It reminds me
Reminds me that it’s there
And that the only one left to make magic
Is me

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