The Restless Fugue.


Please mister will you sleep,

Muster up the courage 

To let the nighttime keep,

All the worries of the deep 

Of the bygone era for the steep,

Climb the world to the cottage

Where Mother Nature reaps,

Among the broken vestiges 

Of the noble hopeful’s leaps.

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  1. Your sketches do magic with squiggly lines!

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