31 words in the month of May:
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The artist child took my hand
dipped it into a pot of green plasticine
and asked me to make him a rose.
I did. The artist child likes his green rose.
dipped it into a pot of green plasticine
and asked me to make him a rose.
I did. The artist child likes his green rose.
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1 comment:
how succint a commentary on the necesasry nature and (often) the unnecessary restrictions we, and others place on our own creativity this short poem is...what matter the colour, green or otherwise...this is the soul of unfettered creations
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