tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59139857264125363802024-03-14T01:32:28.185-07:00Word PaintingA place for my poetry and creative proseJohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05911613601178058779noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913985726412536380.post-11439591105597272542014-09-25T17:20:00.000-07:002014-09-25T17:20:48.660-07:00The World BecomesWhen my glasses are removed<br />
The world becomes<br />
A painting by Monet<br />
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When my glasses are put on<br />
The world becomes<br />
A painting by VermeerJohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05911613601178058779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913985726412536380.post-70820655684114145662014-05-22T16:46:00.000-07:002014-05-22T16:46:17.267-07:00Not Confined<div style="text-align: left;">
I am not confined to my wheelchair</div>
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Its wheels serve as my feet</div>
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It gets me out to breathe fresh air</div>
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And enjoy the sun's pleasant heat</div>
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