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An Improvised Act
My whole life is an improvised act, I stand up on the stage with a smile, The crowd laughs and cheers for me, I try to act brave so despretly, Running backstage to hide my face I cry for a while,Feeling hopeless and weak I can't see,The crowd is cheering for an encore, Try as I might I can't my body is just too sore.
Published 5th Sep 2012
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5th Sep 2012 3:36pm
A good version of an old theme: life is a stage. You had your own take on it and you said it well.
