LostTheGame
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When in the depths of the witching hour
He sits atop a table
Anxious depression fills his head
As he thinks of those more able
They're committing heinous crimes by night
And sleeping through the day
You may know him, so may others
Who is this, you say?
I am the father of this giant
Figuratively so
Many, many know my "children"
They put on quite a show
My craft is that of a magician
Making things appear
Weaving letters out of nothing
To be read far and near
help!!!
He sits atop a table
Anxious depression fills his head
As he thinks of those more able
They're committing heinous crimes by night
And sleeping through the day
You may know him, so may others
Who is this, you say?
I am the father of this giant
Figuratively so
Many, many know my "children"
They put on quite a show
My craft is that of a magician
Making things appear
Weaving letters out of nothing
To be read far and near
help!!!