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Picture (Act 2)

 

Our tense, electric street theatre
Blurred the boundaries of pavements & stage, life & art,
And so on
It caused static on passing spectators' clothes and
The whispered dialogue made everyone's hair stand on end
There was no interval
There was improv everywhere 
Locations & props appeared as if it was all planned
Even Statler and Waldorf were lost for words
 

◄ moor of the same (poems)

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