Wednesday, January 19, 2011

once upon a time

Once upon a time
January was
a magical time
for an artist named 

Her life was wrapped up
in fairytales
big and small.

She worked long days and
Building and painting
and painting a building
to make a storybook for the Giants.

Her bookmaking was progressing well.
Although  the ferocious winter winds wailed
outside her door
She kept on going. 

And slowly but surely the tale took shape.

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