Oh, how I love my pencil and my paper,
the movement of my hand...
how it goes together without foe...
and working together while listening to my mind and soul
and stopping all together at the same time,
and going again and again
when the words start to flow...
what a lovely feeling! ! !
ev'thing...in...ba..lance(sigh
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