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The only background you need - knishes are a Jewish food, I believe Eastern European.
If wishes were fishes,
all I’d ask for
would be delicious knishes.
Soft dough,
fried golden brown,
filled with greasy, ground fish
or potatoes and cheese.
You see,
there’s not much that I need
(I’m an easy man to please) .
Then again…
I could ask for world peace
if I had a package of fifteen
fish fillets.
Maybe I’d plead
for an end to starvation,
an end to war,
to prejudice,
that’s what I’d ask for.
I’d pray for great schooling
for all of our kids,
that they’d all go to college
like I once did;
that they could be free
to experience
the joys of childhood,
free
from abusive parents.
But I wouldn’t ask for
freedom from death
and loss and pain
and daily stress,
because
I know I'm a little better off,
a little stronger,
when I live with,
and rise above,
my own karmic mess.
Eight wishes left – I know what I’d get,
eight knishes, delicious, of course;
four for me, four for you.
If fishes were wishes, that’s what I’d do.
Marc Mannheimer
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