We're all puppets in this game of life
Moving when the man upstairs tells us to
Only crying when he tugs on our heart strings
And chuckling when he tickles our feet
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It's an interesting thought... I hope I can march to my own beat. I love the first stanza! And I wish I could say more about what this poem makes me think, but I've written erased and rewritten erased this comment so many times. I just don't think that my thoughts will ever be words. But you great poem is great and it really has got me thinking!
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It's an interesting thought... I hope I can march to my own beat. I love the first stanza! And I wish I could say more about what this poem makes me think, but I've written erased and rewritten erased this comment so many times. I just don't think that my thoughts will ever be words. But you great poem is great and it really has got me thinking!