The Magician's Magic Poem

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With a flick of his wrist and a mystic command,
The magician wields his wand, so grand,
He conjures tricks that awe and amaze,
With every spell, a spellbinding blaze.
He plucks flowers from an empty hat,
And makes coins disappear, just like that,
He saws a lady in half with a grin,
Then puts her back, intact again.
He pulls a rabbit from his sleeve,
And makes it vanish, to deceive,
He makes cards float in midair,
And reads minds with a mystic flair.
He casts illusions, one by one,
A master of his craft, second to none,
His stage is set with wonder and delight,
As he captivates with his magical sight.
But the true magic lies within,
In the joy he brings, with a knowing grin,
For in his tricks and mesmerizing show,
He sparks imagination and wonder's glow.
So, let's applaud the magician's art,
As he weaves his spell with a skillful start,
For in his magic, we find delight,
And a moment of awe that shines so bright.