My time on stage is over, my song and dance is done. I stood before young bored eyes long since
stoned on Star Wars and Lion King like a huckster in some bedraggled art circus
peddling bearded ladies and dancing bears.
However if you can awaken them to the Holy Rites of art making and The
Ancient Of Days their eyes gleam like lost sailors on wrecked ships with shore on
the horizon.
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