Draw above the canvas,
so prize only a symbol.
More pain to scale,
with the edge to give ideas.
My perfect sound is still ugly.
Young babe,
demand when we make deep sky.
Trash bad wood,
it shows in you a sad Mother.
Good society means serious heart.
with Jennifer C_ 10/11/06, 33, 34, 34-2, 35
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