Molded Clay

Molded clay Has taken form From ages past To be reborn From greater hands It finds a way To stumble, fall In disarray Then up again To fall apart Be it live? Or work of art?

Twisted

Now her heart is as cold as ice, and every man shall pay the price.

Twisted

Now her heart is as cold as ice, and every man shall pay the price.

Festival

Speedwrite, 4 minutes. doodle. minor edit
Cherry

The Ceroc Years - Number Eight

Apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 - 1834)

The Ceroc Years - Number Seven

Apologies to William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)

The Ceroc Years - Number Six

Apologies to George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Three Little Guinea Piggys

They eat, they sleep, they drink. Thats all they do' or so you think.

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