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The Play's the Thing

They went to the theatre to see a play and the lights began to dim. In the dark he reached out his hand to her and she gave her hand to him. They sat and watched the plot unfold as the story was revealed, They whispered into to each other’s ears their secret stayed concealed. She held on tightly to his arm while the villain’s plan became displayed, But then she released his arm when all was safe leaving him dismayed. Then in the dark she turns her head and steals a glance at him She thinks that if the villain came for her, he’d tear him limb from limb. He turns and in the glow can see the beauty that belongs to her And even though he’s much too old, a hero begins to stir. There will be theatre this night and not just on the stage For as long as there remains soft light they need not act their age. They are in a play called life and are acting as lovers do, The stage is set for romance when one shall be made of two.

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Date: 8/6/2012 9:19:00 PM
TONY, Congratulations with your featured poem of the week. Take care. *Luv* PD
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Date: 8/8/2011 7:43:00 AM
Delightful play at a play.
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Date: 8/8/2011 7:24:00 AM
oh yes an excellent write, love this a beautiful poem
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