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Candle wood Playhouse

I miss that old playhouse of brilliant plays And when I used to go see a show Vintage but very classy And I miss my uncle rod Who used to be when he was young The brilliant wardrobe man agent I miss him and this playhouse that is no longer They tore it down with no money to keep alive And all that is left from that old playhouse, That built my uncle Rodney is a picture of him Standing with his friends like Vivian Blaine bob Cummings and shelly winters All I'm left to cherish is their photos in a journal I hope my uncle see's in heaven Just how much he inspire me to write This is to inspire him With all my heart he and the playhouse Will always be remembered through time Blows a kiss to the night sky As I live to tell their stories By Brian Otoole

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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