Securing his bike,
He smiles at my feeble joke.
(No, I really wont steal his bike.)
We stop at his request.
He removes a gold colored coin
From his pocket, and makes it disappear,
Then has it reappear
From the back of his neck.
Rose barks and I clap.
Our performer, an old man, with thick lenses,
And a wrinkled cherubic grin
Is my reason for offering kindness today.
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