17th

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A scrawling scribe

Sat at his dingy desk

Day-in, day-out.

 

And not enough nights

He took trips;

Snuck out, snuck in.

 

The thoughtful thespian

Stood on stinky stages;

Masks were worn and un-worn.

 

The forever family

Transformed terrifically;

People left; others came.

 

Those dreary days

Made life worth living;

I had the time of my life.

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