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The Hallowe'en costumes are on display By the window dresser. As I pass I look to see My oval face, reflected by the pane, Wearing a Superman cape. Tights too. I look powerful in solitude, But others see through me. I shuffled to the next display. There I was, in high stiff black collar, Draping a black silk cape. Count Francie! I curled my upper lip for fang effect, Bela Lugosi style, Instead, Elvis in Vegas returned his Baby sneer. Scary, but in a different way. Not me. No Karaoke! Next. A harlequin mannequin returned my gaze, Wearing a jester's cap and bells, Striped tights with curly toes. My smile was designed for such a fancy dress. No joking. Tomorrow, I'll find another display window, And choose whom I want to be. I can be anyone.
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
Hallowe'en Costume Party
The Hallowe'en costumes are on display By the window dresser. As I pass I look to see My oval face, reflected by the pane, Wearing a Superman cape. Tights too. I look powerful in solitude, But others see through me. I shuffled to the next display. There I was, in high stiff black collar, Draping a black silk cape. Count Francie! I curled my upper lip for fang effect, Bela Lugosi style, Instead, Elvis in Vegas returned his Baby sneer. Scary, but in a different way. Not me. No Karaoke! Next. A harlequin mannequin returned my gaze, Wearing a jester's cap and bells, Striped tights with curly toes. My smile was designed for such a fancy dress. No joking. Tomorrow, I'll find another display window, And choose whom I want to be. I can be anyone.
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
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