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Creativity. (Other) by Blue Magpie
The painter has her canvas and her brushes to reveal,
to all the world the glory that creation makes her feel.
The poet has a notebook and his pencils to record
the wonder that he finds within, the beauty seen abroad.
Composers have their octaves and notation to explore
the tonal echoes of the world that they in living saw.
But I have just my mind and time, one moment to create,
myself a little happiness before it is too late.
In living or in dying I remain forever free,
to be endlessly creating the person I will be.
For the creative part of living makes me truly whole
and I can know no greater art, than is the human soul.
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.4545455
Weighted score: 5.2272725
Overall Rank: 4249
Posted: October 7, 2002 9:55 PM PDT; Last modified: October 7, 2002 9:55 PM PDT
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