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Two Heads Better than One
I walked the high wire for all to see
There wasn’t even a net ‘neath me
It gave folks some chills
I never had spills
Till a twister rolled in; I flew free
The big tent collapsed and caused panic
As I hung in air -- sort of static --
The crowd had dispersed
Good grief, how I cursed
As the twister took leave, I grew manic
More than a hundred feet I did fall
Got caught in the fortune teller’s shawl
Our careers went on
Though the tent is gone
A two-headed lady we are called
*Entry for David William’s “Circus” contest.
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