Poetry and Illustration
Magician
A flim-flam that took a turn for the verse
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2 min readSep 12, 2024
Vanishing
While trying to reappear
I pull a rabbit out of my hat
Flowers from my sleeve
Milk from a rolled up newspaper
My doves come and go
From empty pockets and flash
I saw myself in two
Dying for the applause
Trapped in a cabinet of mysteries
The swords are real
The mirrors are done with mirrors
Catch a bullet with a card
Any card
Not that ace
Nor this queen
The audience grows restless
Angry
Booing and leaving
Little do they know
It was the two of clubs
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By Doodleslice 2024–09–12
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