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Theatre of ThoughtWhen the lights go down, on the crowded theatre of my busy day, and those noisy,cumbersome worries become silent, the most beautiful,picturesque thoughts appear upon the silver screen of my mind, and the movie of quiet reflection projects itself upon my heart, causing me to joyfully meditate within my soul, upon all that she is,was,and means to me. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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