oh for a hot shower!tired feet and 4 hours later i come home with 60 dollars tho!
huzzah, and a pint for the king.
my idle handsSettling, Dust settling Between these unused fingers. The webbing of decay.my idle hands
Idleness and inoperability
Of splayed has-been masterpieces. They were meant for so much more yet destined to become so much less. Can you help me? Here’s to a hope that you specialize in renewal. Because I am in dire need
Of functioning hands Hard working hands Dust-free hands.
The Antique PlaqueThe Antique PlaqueThe Antique Plaque
Broken Edges and Subtle Cracks Make for a bitter antique plaque.
Disgruntled, he sits by a dusty pane, Rubs shoulders with trinkets and an old Yahtzee game. Eyes always linger on more precious stones, Red wing crocks and old rotary phones But cursed be the day That some Joe Black Would decide to buy an antique plaque.
“Not bad,” they say, “but look at this stain. Look at this rough uneven wood grain.” Oh yeah Joe? Well look at your hair No comb could do justice to something so bare.
The ridicul
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tiptoeing through the landmines
You have a wonderful gallery
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St. Francis said,
“A man who uses his hands is a laborer. One who uses his hands and mind is a craftsman. He who uses his hands, and his mind, and his heart is an artist.”
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