An Artist's Thanks


As people say I am not I look around and find an empty lot I try not to worry for they never understand My gift and duty I have on hand.

Well honestly this gift was given And God still chose to give it to me Now filled with glee and no longer embarrassed I cherish this gift even until I perish. Poetry by me Christopher Harris, An Artist's Thanks…


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