Theater
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Barry Middleton
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I never felt the bullet strike,
my death was quite serene,
but it was just an interlude,
a brief dramatic scene.
And yet the blood was thick and red,
it may have pierced my heart,
the bitter stage is never kind,
but all must play their part.
And just before the final bow,
before the shot was fired,
it was too late to be a star,
too late to be inspired.
The curtain fell to scant applause,
though I hit every cue,
but still I know ‘twas just a play,
I'll wait for the review.
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