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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