Tuesday, September 4, 2012


Random marks upon the page,
Red and green the hues,
“Daddy these crayons won’t work,
I’ve smashed them turn by turn.”

Just a little more,
Try to turn them around,
There is such a thing as fingers,
They come with every hand!

“Ok, but it still frustrates,
We haven’t got too far,”
Like all things with time,
Patience, for an artist you are.

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