![]() Slightly conqueredA Poem by Karl Woof Junior
First and last brush to a lush thousand ring oak muse,
The best and worst come in twos. Still a student practicing teaching with a unknown syndrome and carnival face paint complex, Changing colors to get others to find themselves the subject of their own project. Without confrontation there is no redemption, Imagination's limits is The Artist soule recognition. His pause and delay are His Heaven, for no reason he dreams of better and better, Already accepting the awe and rejection of his limits perfection. For something that never was, never repeated. HIS CHARACTER. © 2013 Karl Woof JuniorReviews
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