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The Wizard
The wizard at his desk,
making up magical things.
He looks up as you walk in.
Strange mists swirl around as he stands.
Fire dragons, colorful rainbows,
Staves, crystal balls, charms.
Books and gadgets of all sorts fill the room.
A strange sense overcomes you.
He winks, smiles, and gestures
And before you appears
Everything your dreams are filled with.
The swirling is gone and the wizard too.
A dream, or a vision, you do not know.
But you leave with a smile nevertheless
Awed at the possibilites revealed.