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Industrial Arts

artist, author and designer for the stage…

just a random poem for the day…

shaking my head
at all the things to do
none of them are for me
none seem true
so I walk away
turn down the other path
kick up my heels
and run free
faster and faster
heading down the hill
tripping laughing rolling down the lawn
landing in a pile
staring at the dawn
the great glorious morn
coming up beyond the horizon
it is the sun

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