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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 

Copyright © Randy Freie

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