1980 School Magazine

THE TAUNTING JESTER You jerk and pull My strings, Tease and torment me. I spin and twist Within your f rolicking dance,

Until I wind no more, And hand strangled Within my warped wires - Tired and forlorn. You delight ln my entangled dimensions. I can hear you chuckle. My drained spirit Has long fled into the night,

And I am once again A feckless weeper - Waiting wistfully For my hope to return.

S.R.

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