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February 10, 2013

 

 

He cried from the rooftops

‘Believe me, I’ll jump’.

He cried from the city bridge too.

But his rants were ignored, as

no impact he made, for no-one

believed his words to be true.

 

You see the world was his stage,

method-acting his game, he turned

up daily to practise his art.

But with no work forthcoming and

little chance of a break, his threats

really did come from the heart.

 

  

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