The Mag - 173

I swear there was electricity in the air, but it was merely, Mary Poppins.




THE MAG






Image, The Promenade, 1918 by Marc Chagall

SUPERCALIFRAGILE
(Mary Poppins on Holiday)
 

 

 

Oh Mary,
shivers chasing down my spine,

I can't reach your hand.

 

 

Plumes of clouds burst between us

burning the hills

thunder pulsed, pushing you-

 

Off into the sky

one last dance across the sound stage

of my heart.

 

But,

Will you ever return?

 

 

 

 

 

 

"That's a piecrust promise.  Easily made, easily broken."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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