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The Thinker (Free verse) by cedand1

Oh what a dream! I used to view the world as a blank canvas Paintbrush in hand, stroke in check Prepared to paint the picture of perfection Now that canvas has withered and died In its place is a picture, very much alive The picture is ugly and repulsive My hands and eyes are idle now I no longer feel the urge to create Nor do I wish to transform and tinker Exasperated and apathetic, I surrender my brush to become The Thinker

wilco 21-Jun-04/8:02 PM
Ok, I dig this one..and extra points for being from Tennessee. ;0)




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