Do you want a miracle? One that makes
The custodian CEO and all
The patients their own doctors? It would take
A small person to become eight feet tall.
Grasshoppers could take and offer advice.
Giraffes could give birth to butterflies and
You could hold in your palm non-melting ice.
You could build skyscrapers only by hand.
The medicine? the education? With
Every advancement made in business plans
Financiers and banks bolster like a pith.
Real miracles lie in woman and man.
There are no miracles. There is just thought.
Human inventiveness cannot be bought.
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