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Arnold, The Juggler
The stage performer Arnold Contorts himself Chaplinesque, As we laugh at his antics bold Now he juggles some thirteen balls And presto! Eleven fall down! As the crowd starts its cat-calls He is smooth, that you can admit, Now he is doffs his peaked hat gaily And goes back into the green room to sit. Poet's Note: This poem is created for "Invalid Item" For more details, visit "Three forms of the Tercet"
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