Father’s Day has come and gone,
There was a card and a gift,
Mother’s Day is never done,
An only child works in shifts.
Paint by numbers, whitewashed souls,
The abstract always less not more,
Blacktop shoes worn down to soles,
Art will ignore work obscure( for sure).
No point to shine such whitewashed light,
I know the truth, past loon, past...
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