Death of a MagicianA Poem by Mark
Death of a Magician
By Mark Stitz That night in November I’ll always remember, when my good friend was called home,His soul said goodbye, as he went to the sky, and about him I’ve written this poem. A magical dude, never loud never rude, spreading laughter and joy where he went, an evening about was never without an awesome good time and well spent. “C’mon pick a card, it’s really not hard”, but then it would disappear, and the people would shout, when he pulled it right out, of inside of, a bottle of beer.Then the card would be gone, with a wave of his wand, the crowd would go “Ooh” and go “Aaah” But they’d scream and shout, when he pulled it right out of the inside, of some woman’s bra! He was a real gem, until his sad end, always spreading his magic and laughter. To me he was Brother, but they needed another, Magician, up in the hereafter… Miss you and Love You Brother, Never Forget! Extra Large Pizza, with sausage and onions. Large Coke with no ice! © 2018 MarkReviews
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