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By blakey Date: 2006 Apr 01 Comment on this Work [[2006.04.01.20.07.22609]] |
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The alarm clock goes off. I prepare myself for another performance on this vaudeville stage I now call life. We used to perform to an audience of dreams, emotions, and passions. The stage has been struck. The seats empty. A shoebox of handbill memories remains. |