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I Got Plenty Of Nothin' |
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His schedule hints...he likes the boost,
to ego...acting brings.
Before the end of recent shows,
the next one's in the wings!

Some people seem to need the stage;
they're hooked, it would appear!
For, daily life is special, not;
few accolades, they hear!
But on the stage where lights are bright
and eyes are fixed on them,
a somber life is hence, perked up;
all due t'this stratagem.
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Is this the reason he's engaged
in these, so many, shows?
Is life away from center stage
now lacking spice? Who knows!
But it seems certain he enjoys
the audience acclaim.
He likes the approbation
and he likes the taste of fame.
Yes, feeling special is a joy
we all wish to pursue.
This prize, he seeks through acting;
I need only be near you.
For, no applause could ever match
the thrills which I compile
when we're together, side by side
and I can see your smile.
No standing, loud ovation could,
in any way, displace
the Grande exhilaration which I feel
when we embrace.
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No screaming throngs could ever make me feel more highly blessed than when you're in my arms and our two lips are firmly pressed. |
| Another card which she sent me |
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