Thimble, thimble
Fingers nimble Arms akimbo Mole and dimple Marsha, Marsha Time has come. Light goes dark Day in the sun. Thoughtful purpose Mind regress Skirt and sweater Party dress Take your place Out on the floor. Clicky, clacky Tacky roar After Hours Silent scream. Not as perfect As its' seams. Come off it, Marsha We’re here to help. Paint lipstick on Your wooden yelp. Soon the circus On parade. All around, The friends you’ve made. But dream of more Out in the ether, While on a pedestal, Your place is neither. Zone S1E34
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