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By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2001 Dec 13 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.13.01.58.3141]] |
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You silly man so full of rambunctious passion You fool who spews such words he can't understand Though miniature in their sound and syllables The size in itself is quite immeasurable You pretend to know of such thought and emotion For mimmicry is your trade and calling Yet I fear you will discover much too late The end won't come as simply as curtains falling No masks to hide your own flawed self And no lines to guide you through your life I dread you will find the plot only thickens When left for impulse to guide |