Marc Marc Marc is a Magic Man, With cards in his hands, he's got the perfect plan. Against the best, he plays and wins, Swift as the wind, let the games begin. He's fast, he lasts, through every fray, Even when he's down, he finds a way. From dawn till dusk, even in his dreams, His mind's at work, plotting new schemes. Oh, strategy, tricks, ambushes, and might, Beware of Marc, he's out of sight! He'll get you in the end, no doubt, With moves so clever, you'll scream and shout. He forgets to eat, takes cat naps in his car, Always ready, no place too far. When the doors open, it's GAMETIME indeed, A tornado magic machine, impossible to impede! From dawn till dusk, he never stops, In every game, he's calling the shots. Magic man, with a heart so true, Marc, we all believe in you! Oh, strategy, tricks, ambushes, and might, Beware of Marc, he's out of sight! He'll get you in the end, no doubt, With moves so clever, you'll scream and shout. Marc Marc Marc, the Magic Man, With cards in his hands, he's got the perfect plan. Through every game, through every fray, Marc's the one who saves the day!
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