Mirrorball by Ted Sheridan

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Mirrorball

I have thoughts that I place on paper and then read aloud
Just to see if they sound as weird to me as they do to the one who owns them
For we are different people and though I can’t remember ever meeting him
He speaks to me as if we are long lost pals
His voice is always talking over my own and I somehow get the feeling
He wants me dead
So that he might occupy the open space between my ears
Once I have evacuated and been granted asylum

2007 © T Sheridan

Ted Sheridan

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Tara Sloblock (10/9/2007 11:41:00 PM)
Oh yeh. Those once branded lunatics later get dscribed as geniuses. Unfortunately it's usually a few hundred years after their death. So, to set the ball rolling, I'll call you one now, instead! t xx

Chris Mendros (10/8/2007 1:43:00 PM)
keep an eye on him! He just might have something, there.

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