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A Writer's Sketchpad

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My fingers are not those of a sculptor.

I cannot mold shape from mud, form a face

neither can I weild a painter's pen 

And yet, we share a

   vision.

They hold a paintbrush in their hand; I hold words at my command,

We each hold paintbrushes at our

    hearts.

 

 

 

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ZillaGirl A sketchpad of short poems.
updated Jun 6 '11 by ZillaGirl

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