Harry recognised his life was too short.
Too short for employment.
He demanded change.
He wanted to participate in the theatre of life.
The boardwalk would be his playground.
The sublime and decadent creativity would be his purpose.
Harry hit the boulevard and stood with due wonder.
Doubt hit Harry.
He hadn't considered fate.
Choice was his supposed mantra.
He had chosen and his mind was set.
Poor Harry hit poverty
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