Upon the peeling, faded walls, a dancing silhouette
manipulated by the puppeteer, the little marionette.
Suspended on her silken strings, obeying all commands.
Day after dreary day, manipulated by his hands.
The animated movements of the lovely marionette
seem almost lifelike in her graceful minuet.
Suddenly, the unhappy puppet realizes her life deplored,
and rejects the rigid control and severs the strangling cord!
The confused puppeteer, unconscious of the treasure stole,
Creates another marionette, another to control.
Suspended on her silken strings, obeying all commands.
Day after dreary day, manipulated by his hands….
2007-06-02
21:23:00
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