uploaded March 19, 2013.
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"The True Artist"
I could never paint the smears
Of sunsets I call beautiful
Crimsons, purples, oranges and dusky mixed blues
My eyes see God's perfections
But my hands are drunk -
Within movement
He has a sense of humor
Because he started with a smear
And came up with me
Maybe he's going to paint me
Into one of his wonderful sunsets
And one day it might be called beautiful
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