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GRAND PERFORMANCE
Molded by the great Creator, actors encompass theatre. Unless we’re disrupted, cut short, we dance, cataclysmic resort. Kings, queens, presidents rule supreme, adjustments made to every seam. What will be fresh news to report? We dance, cataclysmic resort. The lowly mourning with a dirge, while praying they will re-emerge. Wealth brings adversaries to court; We dance, cataclysmic resort. ---------------- Written in the "Kyrielle" poetry format, for: "Rhythm & Rhyme Poetry Challenge" and submitted for Day 2 - January 19.
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