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Still Life With Apples Cezanne would ignore the grain omit the quarter moon flute burned quarter inch deep pay scant attention to your recollection of the barn in Armada rinsed to a rumor of red listen politely as you paint a picture of the man who ran the orphanage for bedsteads wardrobes and sideboards steal glances at his watch while you play both parts retelling the horse trade eyebrows frantic to escape gravity your own straining to lift off and boomerang around the circumference of the table lighting on the ordinal points of countless dinners apples in the mind’s eye of the artist flocking like birds defying gravity on the dizzy oval of oak.
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Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 8:21 AM UTC
Still Life With Apples
Still Life With Apples Cezanne would ignore the grain omit the quarter moon flute burned quarter inch deep pay scant attention to your recollection of the barn in Armada rinsed to a rumor of red listen politely as you paint a picture of the man who ran the orphanage for bedsteads wardrobes and sideboards steal glances at his watch while you play both parts retelling the horse trade eyebrows frantic to escape gravity your own straining to lift off and boomerang around the circumference of the table lighting on the ordinal points of countless dinners apples in the mind’s eye of the artist flocking like birds defying gravity on the dizzy oval of oak.
dave-hardin
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Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 8:21 AM UTC
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