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Wednesday, January 23, 2013
A thought
An inspiration
Inhale...
A mad dash
For pen, paper
Holding...
A napkin or scrap
A pencil or crayon
Scribble madly...
Exhale.
An inspiration
Inhale...
A mad dash
For pen, paper
Holding...
A napkin or scrap
A pencil or crayon
Scribble madly...
Exhale.
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