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The Masterpiece

Page after page up in flames of his first and last novel For he just couldn’t get it right though he tried with all his might Canvasses of nocturnal life he slashed them with a knife For he couldn’t create them ex nihilo couldn’t quite capture the moon’s pale glow On the cusp of suicide for all else he had surely tried At last the searcher realized The only masterpiece man needs is the one recorded high upstairs in ‘His Book of Good Deeds’

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Date: 9/28/2024 4:12:00 AM
Appropriate title ~ love this poem. Bravo!
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Date: 9/24/2024 8:16:00 PM
A good poem. I possibly also ripped up the Book of Good Deeds.
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 9/24/2024 8:45:00 PM
Aw, Hilda. I'll send you another book, ok?
Date: 9/23/2024 7:08:00 AM
I curtailed my activities when I was told "no good deed goes unpunished".....
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Date: 9/22/2024 10:53:00 PM
So true Gershon, man will be judged on his good deeds when his time comes, and if he hasn't started writing it yet then he should start now because the clock is ticking. Tom
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 9/24/2024 8:44:00 PM
That's right! Thanks for the insightful comment, Tom.

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