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Post by DeadlySilence on Apr 19, 2004 15:36:39 GMT -5
Just call me, Your puppet on a string. Just one pull of the string And I'll do whatever you want. You can play me whichever way you want And there's nothing I can do, But just obey. No reason to try to fight, Cuz you are the one in control. I just act the way you want, Every move I make is done by your hand. It's always the same old dance, To the same hurtful music. Now, I'm wishing for someone To come along And cut me loose, Cuz I'm so sick Of being your puppet on a string. 4-19-2004
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Post by John Barnett on Apr 19, 2004 16:39:57 GMT -5
Very powerful and full of longing, this piece is emotion filled, very good.
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Post by angel on Apr 19, 2004 19:07:29 GMT -5
It's always the same old dance, To the same hurtful music. Now, I'm wishing for someone To come along And cut me loose, I really like your analogy of "puppet on a string." ^^ up there is my favorite part of this poem. That seemed the most intense of the whole things...everything else kind of seemed bla...But it is still good! I really like this, and I love the perspective on this. Nice job!~ Oh and I really like that picture also...very nice! Oh...and sorry its on here again...couldnt figure where to cut it off on the quote...and I have no time to fix it...sorry!
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Post by DeadlySilence on Apr 19, 2004 23:07:46 GMT -5
Thank you, John.
Thank you, Angel.
hugs to you both, CJ
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