Storyteller

by joetwo

I stand up tall and tell my tale

I have it now, I will not fail

The words do laps within my head

 They rather would be out instead

My voice is calm, my body still

Throughout the crowd a subtle thrill

The story grows, a twist, a bend

It come to a climactic end

My tale is done, a warm ovation

The next teller now takes his station.

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