Having an idea, putting it to canvas and apportioning it in
just the right slant and position to show off the artistic
talent of us all.
Hanging on a wall in Harrah’s Casino, where I have found
and written it into this poem so one and all may one day
come upon it when they too visit the casino.
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Pieces of time fitting into earthly schedules,
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