Hocus pocus quit picking on me
Try to focus
Past the pocus
There’s more to romance
Than you can see
It’s clearly magic
Hocus pocus hopes blew up in smoke
Invincible
Invisible
It’s secret . . . a fact
Short simple tricks
Can’t do . . . it’s tragic
Hocus pocus
Losing your spell
I’m a hard-sell
It’s not you . . . it’s me
‘We’ cannot be
We’re lacking magic!
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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