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I have a wandering mind my lines as I draw them over the grid as I steer them through intersections I veer them perspectives I see when I peer them... detecting truth in the dots as I hear them A gentle Awe the sound of pause soft claw.ing sings from my pen when the lines are drawn and my mind goes wandering... About U Imagination. My artful perception. 56 signed.The Declaration...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 5/9/2009 9:44:00 AM
Interesting, the freedom, we have noting we do have paper and pen, the freedom of imagination..Good Write
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Date: 5/8/2009 5:45:00 PM
really cool write! 1Storm...Jim
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Date: 4/22/2009 9:45:00 AM
Thomas Jefferson's awesome writing in the Declaration of Independence deserves your excellent tribute. And, Izzy, Jefferson had to rewrite and rewrite the Declaration before the "56" would sign it. He tried to eliminate slavery in the Declaration, but then he lost the support of Southern delegates. John Adams wanted to write it, but nobody liked him. Adams and Ben Franklin hand-picked Jefferson because he was a talented writer, but respected and well-liked. This poem going to my Favorites!
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Date: 4/21/2009 5:50:00 AM
I think all poets have a wandering mind as mine hardly shuts down..Blessings
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Date: 4/21/2009 5:49:00 AM
MORE ARTFUL PERCEPTION...SO BEAUTIFUL POEM. In regard to commenting my MonaLisa poem and you stressed on IS a mystery...well, GOOD THINKING. I'm looking forward to read more of your beautiful poetry. All the best.
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Date: 4/21/2009 3:14:00 AM
Nice Finish! I didn't get it until I remembered how our founding fathers signed the Declaration; all bold and curvy; and awesome
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Date: 4/21/2009 12:39:00 AM
i really like this. i have a wandering mind too. "a gentle awe, the sound of pause, soft clawing sings from my pen, when the lines drawn, and my mind goes wandering" great great great. the whole things great.
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