Fiddlesticks
Just for calling fiddlesticks
No one makes a sound
Some deny the trick exists
But evidence abounds
Passion lights the smallest fire
Blown by winds of rage
All compete for just awhile
To dance upon the stage
Only those who take a bow
Admit it’s all an act
Can move along past fiddlesticks
And find themselves intact
Fred Jagenberg – Aug 24, 2019
Copyright © Fred Jagenberg | Year Posted 2020
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