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Blank pages, blank canvases

Perfect space for My greatest creation

With patient strokes, My opus is made

Slow turns of the wheel, My Venus is shaped

Greatness cannot, will not be rushed

My muse is a hard taskmistress

Helping Me take My work to new heights

Carved with cat o'nine, and Dragon's tongues

Written in blood, sweat and tears

Sadistic Shakespeare, Dominant Descartes

A disciple of the "Daddy Discipline"

Going in new directions that others seem to shun

Following tangential thoughts through to the end

No museum will show My work – it is not for public praise

My work is for My delight, to be enjoyed until the end of My days.

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tazz317tazz317almost 12 years ago
FOR TO BE CREATIVE

is not to copy or plagarize. TK U MLJ LV NV

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