If wishes were horses, genies
would win. They'd have it so
easy, as billowing smoke
from the lamp fills us in
- a genie appears! With
whinnying wishes, stamped
hooves and tossed manes,
we begin. "So, what do you
wish for? the genie rubs hands!
"A horse," we grouse. "Wish 1!
My command!" With each wish,
the next horse would change sides.
But really,
we could
wish for that
if we tried.
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