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Oct 2014
i keep trying to catch the meaning
but this film is silent
with the entire front row
signing all the highlights

three rows back the crowd is loud
laughing at life's tragedy
what i was blind to, my eyes open now
they are laughing at you and me

they give to those who have a choice
tokens slightly measured
they can spend at the refreshment stand
on whatever is their pleasure

while actors on the big screen
pause for the applause
pretending to be who they'll never be
in a last ditch effort to get their point across

as i ask the darkened corner
if they could keep it quiet
i'm in the middle of trying to understand
this film that is silent
Mike Hauser
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Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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