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Introduction:

This is a performance poem. About how I used to, as a kid, lay under the canopy and paint the sky.
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Staring at the midnight sky
I knew dawn was only hours away

For the sky was my canvas
And my imagination the paintbrush

The vivacious sky held no hope for me
I rose to my feet and silently walked home

Treading along the narrow corridor of the past
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2 comments

anonymous readerReport

2013-02-27 18:02:38
Action reuiqers knowledge, and now I can act!

Anonymous readerReport

2009-01-09 23:30:57
I like it

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