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father was a charming man with much hidden up his sleeve
i wonder if this is what he planned when he taught his tricks to me
the youngest was a clever boy, cracking calculus by three
the eldest was impractical and obsessively clean
then there was me:
i was born a charming man with silver tongue, pearl teeth
this is never how it's supposed to end
we're promised all we dreamed
the envy of the everyman, our family seemed complete
our father was a charming man, our mother a serene
a smile safe-crackers understand
is rendering this steady hand
obsolete
you thought i must have broken in
but there's no crime in coming in
they hand me the key
- Astronautalis, "The Wondersmith and His Sons"
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