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Aug 2017
“When I was one and twenty, I partied every night
and still was ready for my close-up  in the early morning light.
By the time I hit my thirties this girl stayed in every night.
With the proper rest and makeup I could still get parts all right.
Now that I’ve turned forty I’ve  abandoned film for the stage.
(The poetry of youth decays into prose by middle age.)
On the boards I can play younger. In kindlylight I still get by,
But my film career is over because
The camera doesn’t lie.”
An aging Ingénue realizes that she is no longer ready for her close up.
John F McCullagh
Written by
John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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   Lori Jones McCaffery and ---
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