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Magic is the catalyst for change
It stirs the open mind
Bringing meaning to Mystery
Blessings to Belief
And when the cauldron of mist is stirred
Then both the Gloom
And the Glitter are captured
Restrained
Resuscitated
Then allowed to flourish
To become hope for the future
Of the world’s Sorcery
The creation of a new reality
The super and the supra-natural essence
Of what has been
The foundation of what will yet be
Channeling the birthright of an abiding
And more fulfilling Necromancy.
Roland's Ragbag 
Literally and metaphorically
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The imagination is a great blessing, Derrick.
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True for those who want to believe! A splendid poem, Roland.
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Thank you for your response, Eugenia.
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You’re welcome!
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As much a treatise as it is a poem. It has depth and the draw that befits such esoteric words. You are always the poet to delight and surprise a reader, Thank you, my friend.
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… and thank you for your generous response, Nigel.
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We need some of that magic right now, on both sides of the Atlantic. Gaia rules (I hope), but heaven help us if she does!
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