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Quarter Hour Penny Theatre
QUARTER HOUR PENNY THEATRE
Where is my muse?
When I am a puppet
With no puppeteer
I wore out my shoes
Dancing alone
No strings attached
Scissors on a stage
Cutting a rug
Pen upon a page
Hacksaw in a cage
Sobriety is a drug
Hard to free yourself
I must amuse myself
The audience went home
The lights went down
All of the warmth I felt
Became the cold I know
In the dark, empty theatre
Copyright ©
Clay Young Jr.
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