The Silver Screen churns weeping the unfinished menagerie, so the light flickers ravishing Art meandered ethos Iris ready for the close up in the vane of the oh so demure cutting room floor Mulholland Drive reservoir dogs barking come scratching the forlorn itch promised lies kept, idiot box tear jerker cuckoo clock cavorting picture show comedy of errors life as a snack moved to tears this prose nothing but Popcorn popped.
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I would like to translate this poem