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Jul 2017
I'm a puppet in your theater
You pull my strings for pleasure
So I dance to your command
And twist with each demand
Sometimes I think it a jest to see
That I am you and you thus me
For after the curtain falls
While the crowd's applause
Is it clear, can they decipher
The puppet from the master?
                 Dj
puppets, strings, jest
Donna S Jones
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Donna S Jones  59/F/Florida
(59/F/Florida)   
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