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April 22, 2015
Deft of finger,
slight of hand;
the impossible seen
at a moments command.
They question how
in a blink it’s gone?
The eye not quick enough
to see how it’s done.
Took some convincing
did ‘doubter Don’,
but exclaimed ‘bloody hell’
as the trick moved on.
Sitting open-mouthed
he nudged his old mate, Jez,
then said ‘This guy’s much better,
than that bloke with the fez.’
Jez, stunned to silence,
couldn’t reply,
but nodded in agreement,
as a woman collapsed nearby.
‘Held her breath too long’,
Jez then said to Don,
as she was removed,
so the show could carry on.
Deft of finger,
slight of hand;
the impossible seen
at a moments command.
They question how
in a blink it’s gone?
The eye not quick enough
to see how it’s done.
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