Mothers Are the Necessity of Invention
One morning quite early,
I knocked on the door of my mothers room,
No answer so I burst in,
Boy was she cross,
She was dressing,
So all the next week I ordered a big mdf board from the diy store,
Painted it following the Japanese Master tradition of Hiroshige,
the paint dried,
Then I cut up the board into three equal parts,
Today i put hinges on ,
And finally I presented my mother with a Japanese screen.
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