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By Starbright Date: 2001 Oct 27 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.27.09.10.6217]] |
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Boing-O, Boing-O, Boing-O my strings quite merrily bounced me along. Notice I then, as in past other days, the same strings attached to others, all grins the same, of these she had met, loved then cast away. Boing-Heat, Boing-Rage Boinging despair, with sharp'nd words I cut my strings leaving them to wither fall bloody away. Crumple I then to this lifless earth needing to relearn how to once more walk and with these limbs a tremble stand i once more proud, free for of all these puppets t'would I of myself be a man. I can have it no other way and as a man she can either accept me or walk... away. |