Shuffle, Shuffle, spread and dribble,
The hands of a Master,
performing a riffle,
They ask if it's true,
His eyes ask if not?
They stare with blank faces,
Then explode like a shot,
With wonder-filled eyes,
Their perceptions: bent,
They entreat him for more,
They ask where it went?
But as he smiles,
and as his hand glides,
It comes to the top,
and flips on its sides,
With Ninja-like stealth,
A warrior in kind,
The folks are amazed,
and disturbed in their minds,
For when he makes magic,
For when he performs,
The Ellusionist brings Wonder,
to Reality: Transformed.
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