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Feb 2011
Sometimes,
I believe I can draw.
Really the
skill,  it sits
in my genes
like a bear.
Only spring
comes so rarely...
whenΒ Β I have
a pen
and the page
a disguised cave
where my creativity
yawns, looks around
then goes back to sleep.
for another Season.
Copyright FHW, 2011
F White
Written by
F White
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