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THE PUPPET

THE PUPPET

Poor, poorย  puppet, dangling from stringsย 
going this wayย that way, running round in rings
The puppet master never lets up,she`s tatteredย and torn
someone come and save her!she`sย  tired and worn

In her heyday when she was new, she could dance to any tune
No one sees she`s getting old,she`s fraying!ย  needs to be sewn!
She has served her purpose,she`sย no fun now, she is all played out
but the puppet master has other ideas, without a doubt.

He says"there s a few shows in you yet,ย repair you Iย will"
Cant he see she`s done now, she wants her strings to be still
There`s not many years left,soonย it will be, her final curtain
she is not like Pinocchio,whoย wantedย to be,aย real person.

The audience will remember her,how she madeย them smile.
there`s not one more dance in her she`s gone senile.
Puppet master please! you have worked her, to the bone.
time toย cut her strings,give herย peace, leave her alone ....

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Larry Ran

My Dear Debs,

Oh Puppet Master, have a heart
Let go the strings, and bid her part
For she is weary and so tired now
She's done well for you, a real "cash cow"
But now she begs for your release
Allow her rest, in final peace

Love,
Larry xxx
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