The faster I run the behinder I get.
This is a parody I wrote of the poem Song for a Fifth Child by Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait til tomorrow
For the muse quickly passes
I've learned to my sorrow
So shut up cobwebs
Dust go to sleep
I'm making art
And art don't keep.
F.W. Acrylic black ink, Nikko G nib, watercolor pencils, Pigma pen, spider sticker, pastels, cotton ball
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