There he stands, sculpting an image
Of what never was and never will be.
Prodding his disciples to find the way
And cast their lot with the Maker
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Mr. Mahtrow,
Obviously this is the finest piece of literature ever to grace these paper and silicone halls. Truly a masterpiece to be shared with all of creation.
Whew.
I like it. Always interesting to see how otheres are decieved by my antics. Or not.
I do feel like a jackass after reading it. I only make stuff, the lofty ideals are there, but rarely if ever realized-which is good because I would be done. Always good to have work to do.
Thank you for the fine poem.
TRRW
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Mr. Mahtrow, Obviously this is the finest piece of literature ever to grace these paper and silicone halls. Truly a masterpiece to be shared with all of creation. Whew. I like it. Always interesting to see how otheres are decieved by my antics. Or not. I do feel like a jackass after reading it. I only make stuff, the lofty ideals are there, but rarely if ever realized-which is good because I would be done. Always good to have work to do. Thank you for the fine poem. TRRW