He was a magician playing tricks,
Giving all the children little kicks.
The flower he pulled from his hat,
The children expected a little cat.
The cane he holds in his hand,
Helps him to walk on the land.
The background seems to swirl,
As if it’s another world.
by Hayleigh Sparks
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