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Shirking from an answer,
You blame your bipedal stature for having to crawl away
Upon a pang of regret you stop, only to hear Her turn jaggedly as her gears crunch from having been wound too far The keys still jangling fiercely in the knob,
She tears off her pheromone soaked dress
And rushes to the bathroom to comb out lingering emot
play on wordsPlay on words. What a daunting task. Imagine blocking! Hey, you’re in my way! Stage left leaves quite the gap to break a leg or two. They’ll simply tell me to be careful, but then I’ll lack in more than half of caution. How will I remember my cues? This is no time for pool! I’m trying to rehearse my lines. Oh, how I long to be the deus ex machina. What a tragedy they will say, as the plot progresses with no hope in sight. Yet I will come and save the day, if only I don’t lose my footing first. Downstage, upstage, backstage, with the climax now at a close. The end is near! Curtain call and the actors emerge to taplay on words
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