he was not a good
magician.
he lost three assistants
one summer
sawing them
in half.
the blood was
everywhere. but by
the fall.
he had it down
and was pulling rabbits
out of hats
with the word presto
and a wave of
his magic cane
and shiny black
top hat.
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