October 28, 2003
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Painter
You are the
prodigal of my
generation, spending shape
and color endlessly
upon the canvas
of our unworked
dreams…
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Deep Thought: Whenever I see an old lady slip and fall on a wet sidewalk, my first instinct is to laugh. But then I think, what if I was an ant, and she fell on me. Then it wouldn’t seem quite so funny.
