Fanfares

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Herald to intricate fanfare delivers no news
And I will watch - frozen - hot proceedings,
Despising the players, forgetting I have lines,
Looking over the blank scroll.

Those of us writing one man shows
Backstage grow fast like mushrooms;
Only exposure reveals true shape,

So I will endure your fanfares, curse your glare,
Carry one candle, one match, be always prepared.



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