Sweet MarionetteA Poem by Deborah Leah KrempaS trings play on the violin, the sweet marionette dances W alking across the tiny stage she comes to life E very evening as she puts on her show E very eye is on her as she sings her sweet melodies T onight she shines her magic to her audience
M arionette A m I to you R each out for my strings I can fly without having wings O n this stage you have set me N ot sure where I stand at any given time E venings you spend with me at your own leisure T he violins play each night a different tune T he stage becomes dark with despair E ach time you leave me alone
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9 Reviews Added on August 4, 2008 Last Updated on August 31, 2008 AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..Writing
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