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Isn't it queer How puppets, Made of cloth And button eyes Can be so animated And lively While humans Like myself With a beating heart And blinking eyes Are too tired To even smile? Then again, Puppets have A puppeteer's hands Working the magic While I Am dragging myself Across the bumpy roads Alone. {a.s}
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 3:44 AM UTC
Puppets
Isn't it queer How puppets, Made of cloth And button eyes Can be so animated And lively While humans Like myself With a beating heart And blinking eyes Are too tired To even smile? Then again, Puppets have A puppeteer's hands Working the magic While I Am dragging myself Across the bumpy roads Alone. {a.s}
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 3:44 AM UTC
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