Wiamoh.

In E minor.

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In a neat and orderly fashion

There are many and too hard to state

Covering every page corner

In unison they state.

Nothing to inquire or overheard

Strolling eyes reads the telling’s edge

Make of it what they indicate

Their take-ins of the moment stay

Yet we’re bonded and doomed to this page.

Only one word that’s all I can say.

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John William Owen (1883-1933) was a British luthier whose talent was across the board, covering the making of bows, violins, violas, violoncellos, and double-basses.

William Meredith Morris

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Musicpainting compositions. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

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Time is no leisure

To write what’s inside

It is slippery, subsiding, and demanding, it’s the end result.

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The silence that one knows, silence 

who speaks, who knows?

write high, write low, then you will know.

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Out of the darkness, light’s desire was to be born.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

Refection from the Mediterranean.