They clung to each other,
Elderly eyes misted with tears,
Her arms clinging to his neck.
Joy was a tangible entity,
Singing its sweet melody.
Then the director called CUT.
And she loosened her grip,
“Your breath smells.”
He rolled his eyes behind her back,
“Drama Queen.”
© NopeNotPam
nope, not pam 
I liked last two lines…fun poem 💜
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Thanks Jane, glad you enjoyed it
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Most welcome, dear 😊
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I was completely taken in! Fantastic writing Deb.
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Just doing my bit with the twist
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Cool! Really enjoyable read.
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Thanks for joining in my friend
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lol made me giggle, bet that happens on movie sets more than we’d imagine 😉
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I was thinking of those old Qantas ads 😁
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the ansett ones were antiques 🙂
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And, you call that short essay, “Working with Marlon Brando”…
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I have no idea what your talking about Charles 🧐
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Marlon Brando was quirky and tough to work with…
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He was a horrible person from what I’ve heard
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I don’t know much about him, I haven’t watched anything for about 15 years now
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He wasn’t very nice to women..
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An a**hole then 😁
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Like me?
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Love it, Pam *grinning*
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Pam not Pam = Deb (been a long morning already!!!)
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Thanks Chris, and you can call me what you like, just don’t call me late for icecream 🙂
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🍧🍨🍦 I’ll remember that, Deb😁
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