no more asperations

just thoughts in play

once crafted with detail and joy

no more the errotic pleasure of making a one of a kind treasure

the essence of the feeling still lingers

not enough to lift a finger


thoughts of change

all to this point, all that stains


music is nice

maybe in that I could renew my life


with skills from the past I shall be steadfast

his fingers moving, while his mind a gently groovin

he widdled a guitar, and added strings of a new

he widdled a spoon to eat up is funky toons



◄ call to nature

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