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 *Heart Being Mended* Artboycat With
Rivets And Many A Hammer Blow, Sturdy Stitches One Can Sew, Accept Fond Help From A Friend Or Two, For There Is Plenty You Can Do To Find A Shattered Heart Can Mend, For This Is Nowhere Near The End.
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Again. Across The Street, The Golden Rain Tree, Compact, Neat, Grips It’s Leathern, Chinese Lantern Pods, Fat Seeds Layered Between, Waiting To Blow Free And Sow Somewhere A Lovely Tree, For Others To See.  If
Love Comes Late, It Can Open A Gate To Dreams Delayed Along The Rocky Way. Do Not Heed Those Who Bray, And Dare To Say Age Is No Time For Romance Sublime. Reach For The Brightest Star, No Matter How Old You Are.  *Shadows* Bored Panda The
Dogs Stand On The Dew Washed Lawn, Outlined In Morning Sunshine Glow, Their Shadows Stretching Long And Longer Until They Grow To Lean And Lengthened Hunters, Fierce Meat Seekers Of Long Ago, And Not The Gentled Creatures That I know.  I won’t
Deny That In The Past I had A Blast, But Of All Those I knew I am The Last, Since I began With Few Who Counted. And As The Years Mounted, I moved And Changed And Lost The Thread. Now They Are Dead, Without A Comforting Farewell Said.  *Rowing To The Moon* A
Porch Light Moon Sails West As Morning Comes, Collecting Stars To Remain Bright, And Hold Onto A Remnant Of The Night.  I follow
Reason In Every Season, Strive To Be Good In Ways I should, But Must Confess This Can Be A Mess, For In My Reckless Fashion, I favor Passion. On We Go, Twins, You Know, Out To Steal The Other’s Show.  *Slices* 16" H X 20" W Acrylic On Canvas You
Might Well Ask Why I assume The Task Of A Poem Every Other Day, Written On The Spot From Whatever I’ve Got. I gain No Fame, Few Know My Name, But It’s A Lovely Game To Scatter Words Like Seeds Across The Page, Trying To Make A Simple Rhyme, Every Single Time.  *Torso: What To Wear 3" H Cast Bronze As
A Woman. We Every Day Don Our Identity, To Be Worn Unto Infinity. The Proper Shape, The Fleshy Drape, The Armor That We Bear And Humbly Wear, To Keep Us In The Public View, And Nobody Has A Clue Who We Are Or What We Do.  *Hatstand 2* 8" H X 4" Diameter Base *Brass Assemblage* Here,
An Illustration Of A Libation Cup, Fit For A Sip, Or A Bowl To Catch A Candle Drip, Or Even A Scepter Held In Some Forceful Hand, But No, It’s None Of That, Only A Stand To Hold My Hat. |
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