Poem: All The World’s A Stage.

All The World’s A Stage.

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It is like a West End hit

With everyone’s part down pat,

Moving only to the correct crosses,

Giving out the scripted responses.

It is a comfortable stage

With pre-prepared characters.

I don’t know that I really have a desire

To find out who these people really are

Behind their acceptable facades.

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