Sheet Metal
cut and grind
bend and drill
holes in old
new for fill
ideas tried
done it stands
smile of pride
and cut up hands
To climb above the haze of thought into clear understanding, to navigate a true course, to take the highest road, to air out my soul, to breathe freely, to soar. This is my essay. all rights reserved by wingman
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