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Blaine drain
   Rex Tyler, 23.09.2003 · Printable version
 


Americans are everywhere
a perspex box now in the air
inside it yes one David Blaine
illusionist with much to gain
Father Thames flows on its way
He wee's and shits down tubes they say
no food just water thats his thing
magic yes at it he's king
golf balls, eggs, and lemons fly
propelled by arms into the sky
a lot of energy exists
even one or two hard fists
but Blaine is up there all alone
he hasn't got a mobile phone
no soap, no comb, no place to go
but hang around and join the flow