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Old whispers still over my shoulders.  My paints stretching themselves yawning and scratching at my surface waiting for dear sweet application and commitment. I've left you smirking again I escape you and your pain.  This last poem, for now is my best offer for your time. Excerpt from "Time to Paint"

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