The charcoal
Charcoal finds faces,folds and falls with dark pigment.
Resilient paper's rugged protest;
it is a miracle!
What can I, the observer, say?
I am active,
I interfere when voices fail,
I am the response
the ordinary day rejects.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-12-27 at 23:59
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