I remember the excitement of my first show. I'd been with the Company a month, and I got to go to Burns Lake. I was so afraid of messing up.
We talked to social workers, residents, street goers. As soon as we drove in, there was a house that had been on fire. Caused by a man trying to take advantage of a girl, who knocked over a candle.
Dark topic, but we didn't mind.
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
