My heart –
Like Frankenstein’s head,
A horror,
Patched up again and again.
Monstrous plays;
Enacted on hearts,
Of those we love.
Intermission,
Change direction,
Wardrobe,
Make up,
Transformation.
Always a happy ending;
Theatre rarely mimics life!
– L.J. Lenehan –
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