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A top hat and a cane A trickster’s smile dancing upon his lips. Black magic up his sleeve Doves in a handkerchief. The stage light comes to life And curious eyes fall silent. Smoke and lights appease the mind Oo’s and Aa’s fill the room Never noticing the slight slip of a hand An extra card hidden in his collar. A deep bow and a curtain close He walks away with the same smile. For it was time to trick the next flock of conscience With their own foolishness. |
stag light? Is that "stage" light or did I miss something? Nice personality built here.| Posted on 2012-06-12 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] | |