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Feb 2019
I've seen this show a million times
Over these long years,
And it hasn't changed a lot,
Maybe added a few tears.

It's an improvised piece,
And it's quite the gem
To see one person put on so many masks
And hold all of them.

This one-man show runs quite a lot,
And the performance is quite long,
So over time the scenes get rushed,
Like a rap out of a song.

It's her little show in her little set,
For all the world's a stage,
But her show has never new elements;
You've seen it all by this age.

Her words don't reach me anymore,
But their meaning is engraved
Into the hard drive of my brain,
So I just stare on, dazed.

I don't interrupt, for that's inappropriate,
So now there's a silent gap.
She bows gracefully, then leaves the stage,
Knowing nobody will clap.
"We need to talk," she said, but it was quite a one-sided conversation.
Someday
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     Perry and Crazy Diamond Kristy
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