She stretches her hand at things.
Magic moves them into her hand.
The magic is me.
She may know how the trick is done,
she may care.
I only know,
if the magic stops,
my throat begins to tighten.
The stage is my office elevator. Told jokes and people got 'em. It feels good to kill somewhere other than in the elevator at work. In the…
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Headlining Saturday at Zig's was fun. Great room run by people who are eager to learn how to make comedy work. I want to take the Zig's manager and…