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An Artist's Dream

For everyone with an artist's dream....keep dreaming in 2010
- Peace -

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An Artist's Dream For Shawn

I have an artist's dream
It lives in me
tugs at my heart strings
Tells me I'm more than I am
Makes me believe in me, that way


I have an artist's dream
and
it is not in a locale
not in a burrough
not housed in building
or a workplace


It is in me
It is me
my faith
my hope
my being


It drives me forward
and
crazy sometimes
Yet still
it returns to me
like a reconciled lover


I have an artist's dream
that directs my ambition
and is my ammunition
for living

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