One drop,
Ink falls,
Nib dulled
Pen scarred,
Paper aged;
drawings and words
remain.
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Ice on the trees
I would like ice to stay on the trees and leave all American cities and towns. They are not law enforcement they are lawless thugs. Unmarke...
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All I could think about was a kaleidoscope so i had to us a little colour. A little summer fun :) -
I write here so little and I am sure this page is viewed just as little but here I am anyway. I was thinking an Bout my drawings. These las...
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