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If wishes were horses,
I could make a living out of misery
And cash on my losses.
I could shoot begging to luxury.
If I could build castles in the sky,
I could tend a garden on the clouds,
I could make the stars sigh,
And repaint twilight in shades of brown.
But wishes are fickle things;
You can’t trade one for a glass of milk,
And you can’t unwish one tragedy,
You can’t wish your rags into silk.
You can’t wish your wishes were magic,
And you can’t find one living genie;
Their memories gather dust in some
attic.
Wishes are horses you win thro
dealing.
Akpan
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