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| 'ALL FOR LOVE' |
fall on bended knee,
to please people, one and all,
crouch low as I fall,
onto the floor of cooks and kings,
while you breathe and polish your gold rings.
You stand high, in feathers and fans,
strut the stage, far from greedy grasping hands,
that dream, desire, yearn, for so much,
your triumphant smile says, look, don't touch.
In the spotlight you gleam and shine as you pass,
your china blue eyes, shine like glass.
While I stare into a mad house of colliding fears,
and bury my face in the sham of years.
TUSHIE 1970
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