Something magic happened once,
But she stood and looked at it askance,
As if reluctant to agree
That such a thing could really be.
After all, most of her days
Were filled at best with a mild malaise,
And on the worst of them she felt
As if in seventh hell she dwelt.
So when there came that flash of light,
She feared it'd rob her of her sight.
If she dwelled upon it for too long,
All her faculties might soon be gone.
So she quickly looked the other way,
Back to mundane, back to every day,
Right back to the safety of the known,
Where at least she could have
A good old moan.
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