The sentences

Let us not be too sententious
As behind a prince's curtains.
There it stops in no comma.
The curtains have shadows
Death and murder,treachery
Mother's love, father's ghost.

We borrow all our sentences
For a common man's stories
We duly make up  the curtains.
Let us husband our sentences.
We need them when in sofas
In our morning tea meetings,
The comedies of our daily life.

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