Infectious smile has infected tears
The laughter strikes with spears
I am not dear and they are not sincere
Feeling fear
I must perform
For when I stop the stage is gone
Louis Cecile
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Louis Ceclile this is an epic, very well felt at your end, the beauty of any poem is not in into construct, it lies in the poets intellectual grasp through his soul. Very well done.
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