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 *White Bird* Assemblage Always,
Always, I Must Remember What Truly Matters, Plans Gone Awry, Love In Tatters. Press On, The Journey Not Yet Done, I’ve Still A Thousand Miles To Run Before My Time Is Done.
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 *Ink And Paper Collage On Cardboard* Weak
Points, Where The Nail Breaks, Where The Fabric Tears And The Heart Aches. Holes Open Up, The Cup Spills, And I Wonder How To Go On, From Dusk To The Inevitable Dawn. Hello, Hello, From The Lonely Voice Unheard, Musing Over Silent Words.  I Know
More Than I Did Yesterday, Which Means That Was A Wreck, And I’m Already Up To My Neck In Today, And Don’t Have A Clue. But, No Time For Sorrow. Nothing To Do But Hope For Tomorrow.  Light
Silvers The Black Dog Stepping From The Tall Reed Grass, Turning Fur To Translucent Glass, Silent, Stalking, Once More Feral, Reclaimed By Some Ancient Spirit Class.  These
Last Couple Of Years, We’ve Taken Some Hard Knocks, But Now We Must Consider Monkeypox? I’m Telling You, I Have Enough To Do Absorbing The Pain Of The Unjust War In Ukraine, Not To Mention The Dismaying Dissention In The Day To Day USA. On I Plod, Waiting For The Next Act Of God.  Distant
Laughter, Cresting On A Wave Of Mirth, Joy Down To Earth, Remembered, Overheard, Cherished, Love The Most Precious Word.  *Fireline* Oil On Arches Rough Maybe
The World Was Always Falling Apart, And We Didn’t Know How Far Down Things Would Go Until The Damage Began To Show. We Can’t Get Away From Newly Perceived Decay. The Industrial Revolution Brought Hideous Pollution We All Share, In The Water And The Air, But Not Enough People Have The Sense To Care. And If We Find The Heart, Where Do We Start?  *Woman Speaking* 20" H X 16" W Acrylic On Canvas The
Sea Of Regret Cannot Be Crossed To Regain Time Lost, And Yet, We Set Out From The Shore Of Nevermore In A Ship Of Song, Trying Valiantly Not To Once Again, Get It Wrong.  Lawsy,
I’ve Been In Jail Again For Some Complex Sin, I’m Not Sure What, But It Annoyed The Judgement Bot. I Favor That Intellectual Boon, The Incisive Cartoon, And Some Visual, Verbal, Lark Made My Screen Go Dark. I’m Not Likely To Reform, Being Naughty Is My Norm. |
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