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The Dictionary

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It was a magical thing,
like Hermione’s beaded bag,
a little book that contained
thousands of words,
each taking me
to a different world.
It gave me a hobby
And a daily game
finding a word a day
and using it,
like poor Alice,
ignoring the context
and the meaning.

That was a long time ago!
Before my mind
got corrupted
by the rules of grammar
and the cursed semantics.
Long before the world
and childhood
got corrupted by technology.

Children these days
don’t believe in magic.
They have reached
where rainbows end
to find no golden pot.
They can google any word
and realize
there is no magic involved.


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