

The MasterpieceCanvas white brush strokes left, then right left, then right a masterpiece is bornThe Masterpiece
hands freeze then ease they move back, pleased How could such beauty bring scorn?
A nail the picture hangs proud and straight for all to see
The hands at work again amaze themselves once more First picture's in good company
A third space runs low display is grand the hands are far from done
the fourth but what to do? the wall is filled say goodbye to number one
a box alone


The Village of TweedThere once was a man in the village of Tweed, who could twirl his head at breakneck speed;The Village of Tweed
An art passed down long through the ages. Many dead bodies littered the pages.
In a dust covered tome they kept all the records. The best; one-eighty degrees in point-zero-three seconds.
But one day after many it all seemed quite dumb, when they found a man who could twiddle his thumbs...


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2+2=5
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you two are gonna sit in this closet with barry white and be friendly
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