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We Wandered Slowly Into The Theatre A look first the touch & then Out of mere sadness from

withiin A heart to mend a hand to hold Many years have passed still a reason to grasp The idle pleasure amidst Gone are the days I used Today I'm being stuck as We look intently as ever the pain to frolic in a haze a mouse is in its maze before

Shattered glass in its past Left the tooth paste cap on with no wants We filed slowly into the theatre; In the center swarmed a forbidden squirel Tense to the eye yet midnight furl Spoken with a ready response thus in to react Working too hard can give anyone a heart attack!

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