there remains no word to bespoken
there's no use to try to cry out or unburden
trapped inside like a captive like a slave
the body and soul gradually turning into a grave
sometimes voices better go dead
sometimes things are better be left unsaid.
The Dancer (Limerick)
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A convivial fellow from FranceTook the stage and performed a short dance.He
was graceful and masked.“Did you like it?” he asked.Though most clapped, I
said...
21 hours ago
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