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Dec 2015
The image fades on an empty stage
The dusty props no more engage

Memories lost in broken time
No actor left to read the line

A phantom crowd with tickets wait
A show to see there is no gate

A faceless cast that has no cue
A shadowed theater has no review

The performance runs with silent voice
The curtain falls without a choice

The show will run it's hollow course
The musty stage shows no remorse
Ernest Johnson
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Ernest Johnson
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