My hands produce art, it draws, it molds and writes
My feet walk to places where my eyes see beauty
My hands then replicates it from my mind's comprehension
To my hands execution.
My hands, feet and mind is traveling on a journey
I'll let these two parts go, if you'll travel with me
As I offer you this penny
Monday, October 22, 2007
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