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Wooden Bones

His strings are attached But he is as still as a stone Unable to move his wooden bones The magic wand has no effect He has eyes that seem detached No pulse that anyone detects The puppet master sits in despair It is just as he had feared Alas! ...the puppet has become the puppeteer!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 8/27/2017 6:35:00 PM
Cute one Joseph! Very creative too :)
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Date: 8/5/2013 1:13:00 PM
- Moving ... well written Joseph!! - All the best to you. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 8/4/2013 1:24:00 PM
Simple theme of a puppeteer on the surface, but very deep underlying meaning here Joseph-- Great write.
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Date: 8/4/2013 12:08:00 PM
your piece moves me in just a few lines.. so solid and heartwarming; this is pinnochio in the limelight, joseph... well done!..:)
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Joseph May
Date: 8/4/2013 12:23:00 PM
thank you Nette....I appreciate your comments

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