Personal TrainerA Poem by BeatriceIf I could write every book I ever read I'd have to stay up all night until I was dead if I could sing every song ever sung I'd have to begin when time had begun for the birds sing as do the bees and so does the sun humming through the trees if I could play every note recorded, ever It's apt I say that will happen: never so let us sing about dreamers and dream about singers lets us rhyme of love and love those poetic thinkers let us dance with words and pen about dancing creating without hindrance living in fancy if I could draw every grand piece ever made I'd surprise myself with mock distaste but I will paint the readers and read about painters and teach myself everything for I am my own trainer
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Added on March 14, 2014 Last Updated on March 14, 2014 AuthorBeatricePortland, ORAboutFreelance author/poet. Currently residing in Oregon, but ready to explore the world. Actually, freelance everything.... artist of many forms. Hello my fellow thinkers! more..Writing
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