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Your thespian ways
were more stagecraft than celluloid,
thoughtful,
of character,
never up nor our
always true,
No drama
an absence of soap,
you always knew
when it was time to act.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.cpm
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Exploring my Thoughts. Finding Myself. Searching for More.
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Healing CPTSD with Poetry and Photography
The soul of my ink is you
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Collection of a creator
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Perfect!
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Thanks Rupali
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This is simply beautiful Paul
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Thank you so very much.
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Wow a great twist on this this theme – didn’t know where you were going with this until the end
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Ha, yes, I knew where it was going and I so enjoyed writing it too.
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