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The Master of Suspense

He was a director by trade With little or no pretense And throughout the world he is known As the master of suspense Sounds of the audience screaming Was the one thing that mattered The crowd on the edge of their seats Where hearts pittered and pattered No matter which movie you see His films will keep you sighing Leaving hairs standing on your neck And all your popcorn flying So grab a ticket when you can Let there be no distraction Coming to a theater near you Billed as the main attraction

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