I've worked in wood and metal
worked glass, gems, and clay
Crafted artful things and works of art
baubles, antiquities, and treasures to display
Written words of love, hate, and virtue
and stories from technical, to fantasy
Played in flesh that's live, and virtual
every note and verse, of every memory
Without them, I would never have achieved
the inglorious fame, and notoriety
Only my hands, upon my controls
where-ever, that may be
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC
I've worked in wood and metal
worked glass, gems, and clay
Crafted artful things and works of art
baubles, antiquities, and treasures to display
Written words of love, hate, and virtue
and stories from technical, to fantasy
Played in flesh that's live, and virtual
every note and verse, of every memory
Without them, I would never have achieved
the inglorious fame, and notoriety
Only my hands, upon my controls
where-ever, that may be
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