AS THE IMAGE IS CREATED - Author Christian

As the image is created,

Many words are evoked,

Many imaginations are made up,

As the parents sipped on their Black Felt Cup,

Many Children are prancing and dancing.

To the song so quiet the image unfolds,

As Mr. Gold’s old bold spot moulds

Shining in the sun.

When the sounds of the Gatling gun.

Are fired there is too much imagination to care.

As the sounds just flare and flare.

Silence is never heard in the town of Cain

And there is never pain

When it Rains

It never pours

As the imagination is closing the image is finished

The crowd of the Painter are all now astonished

As the image is created.

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