Where is its worth?

For Catherine Harren Barufaldi
Written: August 2009.

I love mimes.

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This is a poem about a misunderstood person, a mime in this case. The mime tried to make people happy, but no one would take him seriously. They scorned him out of the village. When he stumbled on a band of robbers and overheard them talking about raiding the little village, he went back to warn the people. This poem is about how they reacted to the news.

Medicated romp through dose-land.

It happens in winter season, when you feel so drowsy and to lackadaisical to wake up.
Everyday the almighy creats his own pantomime and I just gave a picture of one.

Thoughts on a mime artist.

Ode to the one thing that gives me peace.

A short skit of a mime doing his laundry. Get a friend or two and try it out.