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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I have been working in the wings since destiny begins; I have been living in the wings to have a glimpse of everything. I am in here and you are out there and still you don’t know what is happing over here, the crock pot is boiling, the stew is simmering and honey is dripping from my lips. It has been like this for many years and the machine keeps rolling over here. The sound bellows all night and rattles until daylight and work never ceases even when you are having your midnight sleep. It is the sound of the drills that erode your nerves and the sanding machine that ruins your dream. I am in the heart of it and sometimes it gives me a terrible fit. I toil day and night to conquer the wormwood that keeps pulling the substance from the dead and hitting me in the back of my head. I sleep on hard floor and cook with firewood and live like an outcast hiding in the dark. I don’t wear a crown or walk around in long gown; I am down to earth and every day I whallah in the dirt. I drink contaminated water from the pipe but my immune system has a strong defense mechanism to ward off the germs and filters anything that loiter around my heart's door. I have no soap to wash my frock and no boat or place to dock, the sea has opened its guts to catch the gutter snipes before it impregnates the fish with the broken dish. The temperature is cooling down as the masquerade sets foot into this promiscuous town, the villagers are walking around in shame and the lion’s jaws are locked in the den. Mr. Interest is crawling on its knees and inflation is walking around with broken limbs oh what a terrible sin. It’s not going to rise anytime soon; its hands and feet are in a cast so do your thing so that you can get the profit in. You strike for wages, you strike for everything. Spread out the entire striking request on the floor, walk over it ten times and count to three before you walk through the door. Meet me at five at the restaurant and we will settle the matter over dinner. You are locked in illusion out there, but we are working out our hearts out over here, the heavens will arrange a meeting with the skies before you fly to remove the danger that is baked into the clouds and send ripples of hope throughout the town. I am living in the wings.
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