22 Year Old Magician - Poem by Alan Browne
I met a 22 year old magician today.
He showed me a trick.
He had done nothing but smile at me.
I looked into his eyes and saw two dead brothers,
A dead father, dysfunctional mother
And an ill son.
I asked him how did he do this trick so perfectly?
He replied 'I have had lots of practice,
But he warned me that its not for the faint hearted.
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