Our next door neighbor was a
Kindly elderly man who told
Us he was a retired magician.
He would gladly come over
When invited for dinner. And
He would amaze our youngest
Daughter with magic tricks.
One evening he told us this
May be the last time he
Would be able to make it
Over–he had an incurable
Disease and would soon
Perform the ultimate
Disappearing act.
One morning we looked out
Our window and saw moving
Vans unloading furniture and
Boxes into the house next
Door. Being nosy, I walked up
To one of the movers and
Asked if he knew who was
Moving into this house next
Door. He looked at me,
Paused, and said Sylvester
Stallone. I said you’re pulling
My leg, right? Why would he
Want to live in a little house
Like this? Then a Mercedes
Pulled up and Stallone, after
Quick introductions, said
We’re going to shoot a movie
In this house. Then my wife
Fainted.
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