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December 17, 2014
There are Illusionist’s
with their vanishing act,
disappearing into thin air.
There are trapezist’s
on a high wire; no safety
net is there?
There are ventriloquists
with dummies, doing
things they shouldn’t ought!
There are jugglers
with their balls,
in sequence, being caught.
There’s a hamster
on a tread mill,
going like the clappers.
There are dancers
in a row, with
enormous flappers.
There are songbird’s
and doves, appearing
from each sleeve.
There are ladies
cut in half; a sight one
can’t believe!
There are men with
shiny shoes, especially
made for tappers.
There’s the pre-theatre
crowd, turned into
long-term nappers.
There’s the end of
the night, when the
applause never drops.
There’s the inevitable
encores, until the noise,
finally stops.
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