Poet-O in action - dispensing dreams via his wish factory, the unicorn bell, to those fortunate enough to be at the center of the world: New York City's Central Park!
The infamous unicorn bell. Grab it by the ass, give it a ring, then listen for the echo - what you wish for will come true ten-fold!
"...among these was a man with odd socks, a dirty vest, and shorts. He carried a cardboard box tied with a string handle so that it resembled a suitcase, and he carefully placed this on the grass when he stopped at each group of theatre enthusiasts.
'I'm a poet', he said through a white beard that followed his round face and then stopped abruptly at his bronzed bald head.
'If you buy one of my poems it'll bring you luck.'
When the poet sensed that he had not caught the customer's attention, he added quickly, 'Luck - and two years' immunity from herpes!' "
(All text in quotes has been excerpted from the Falconer of Central Park by Donald Fowler - Published 1984)
updated May 2000
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