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Poetry By: poewhit
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PLAY PLAY PLAY


Submitted:Jun 25, 2009    Reads: 91    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


Props scatter upon life's stage.

Images abound into parts.

Rigid fusions gather songs.

Wayward players dance long.

Callings cry for action.

Enveloped illusions churn.

Time metronomes frozen hearts.

The audience rigid stares.

Pawns positioned for direction.

So, life's stage abounds.

6/25/09 POEWHIT

JESUS SAVES





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