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Oct 2012
My troubled pounding heart,
Always marches smoothly,
For the sweet world of stage light.
For players never create a part,
Nor an art,
Better than this heavenly stuff,
Made from flesh,
Breath,
And true human circumstance.

(Courtesy of Shakespearean Magnetic Poetry)
Erica Lee Johnson
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