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Magic Eight Ball by Joyce Lansky Magic Eight Ball by Joyce Paull Lansky A black, shiny eight-ball, round and covered in plastic, Box says, “It’s magical,” This’ll be fantastic. Close my eyes, shake the sphere, Will it snow like we hope? Eyes bright, thinking winter night, Ball says, “Yeah, and I’m the Pope.” Wait a minute; This is cruel, How can you be so bad? The ball spits bubbly fuel, “Like I care if you’re mad?” I’ll try another question, Will I meet a handsome prince? The ball sighs and rolls its eyes, “That’s the dumbest question since-” Anger seizes my fingers, “Stop! I’ll throw you down the stair.” Foamy words cover the screen, “Ask me if I care?” Twisting mouth, lifting brows, I think I’ll ask another. Who makes this evil eight ball? “Your favorite older brother.