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Oh, those store mannequins with their pretty, empty heads and unending, plastic smiles, are forever standing, never dead on their small, well-heeled feet. As prime examples of fortitude, they’re ready to make a sale… at your expense; smug attitudes can be imagined, as they strike poses with ease and flexibility. Do they mirror us, as placeholders in Life? Having potential energy, . they remain lifeless in display Hell; what things about us, do they tell? . . . Author Notes Inspired by: Store dummies and Prov 16:28; Matt 7:1-5 Learn more about me and my poetry at: Amazon (dot) com By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
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Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC
Poem: Mannequins
Oh, those store mannequins with their pretty, empty heads and unending, plastic smiles, are forever standing, never dead on their small, well-heeled feet. As prime examples of fortitude, they’re ready to make a sale… at your expense; smug attitudes can be imagined, as they strike poses with ease and flexibility. Do they mirror us, as placeholders in Life? Having potential energy, . they remain lifeless in display Hell; what things about us, do they tell? . . . Author Notes Inspired by: Store dummies and Prov 16:28; Matt 7:1-5 Learn more about me and my poetry at: Amazon (dot) com By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
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