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Creative Potato

Creativity comes and goes. That’s what she believes, she named Cho. Cho happens to be a potato. Creativity comes and goes because Cho just knows. When Cho the potato gets creative, She eases in with simple watercolor. Creativity starts to be invasive as her mind races for more, oh brother. Oils, dance, pottery, and art, She gains quite the speed. Cho doesn’t see art out of her league. Creativity makes into her potato heart. Literature, theater, architecture, film, Drawing, music, sculpting, craft. Cho the potato starts looking grim As she spirals down and asks, “Is all of this creativity making me dread? I might just stay on the couch instead.”

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