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Cinema

The Human Eye, too, needs feeding, The Screen, too, not Textbooks reading; Things that translate into Thriller Or-does it matter? – Time Filler I myself would itch for Horror And, if I can’t reach one, Terror: Some eyes do die for The Mafia, Some for Savages in Raffia. What we see is Guessed Dilemma Often waiting in Cinema But aiming to mirror True Life And Man serve as his guide in strife… Later, The Pictures stop to move: Just legs with vigor to prove; Sound feet that should have to hurry To catch some impatient lorry… But some Ten Feet might not scramble, Their owners seeming The Humble Ready to hasty strides forget And simply slide through Gentle Gate It Theatre - Goers and A Tunnel A Body of Water and Funnel.

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Date: 7/12/2022 2:21:00 PM
Your poems to me should be sung.
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