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The Doodle Mandela

Its beginnings is a desire to shut down, Coupled with fate's pen in hand. The whirling hungers for focuse Just as the pen must have thick ink. One black pass for a purpose. The theme differs with each encounter. But lately, reminds me of Iron Ivy. Connecting Chaos swirling A web. Each line has a connection to the whole. Each ending with a sharp point. Doodling end as time dictates. Quickly I gaze where I started. Seeing the end. I throw it away.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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