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Me think it's true that one day time shall be no more.                                                                                                     Me think that 'mere oblivion' may be the dying wish 

of those claiming to be 'master of their own ship'.                                                                                  In eternity's world, there can be only 'One Master'.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

Me think it's not true that all the world's a stage.                                                                   Notwithstanding, there are scenes enough to amaze,                                                                                              

and no shortest of interesting parts and people to engage.                                                                        A broad stage where all may and ought have their say.                                                           

But also narrow stages that invite trouble, darkening our day.                                                   A world of 'make-believe feelings of reality' that  we wish were true.                                          

Platforms and plots enough for all,  including me and you;                                                          plenty of room for the many and the few; and gifted works, old and new.                                                   

Human drama is broad and twisting; faithful as the morning dew.                                                     May all captives of ignorance and fear be released from their cage.                                                                 

Last scene, last act; and for the last time, the curtain is raised.                                                      The story line and character performance left the audience ablaze.                                                            

A staged world, one so predictable, pristine, and finite.                                                                    Eternity's world is a never ending story, and another page.                                            03242017; Premier Contest, Brian Strane
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Krampe Avatar
April 2, 2017 at 10:17 AM
Congrats on your placement, Curtis.
Johnson Avatar
April 3, 2017 at 11:21 AM
Thank you Agnes.
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