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    He painted pictures of sun bleached Adirondack chairs.
    Nice, simple, harmless—peaceful scenes.
    I hear the White House even bought a few.
    We have some in our office. No one can object
    to art of empty chairs on beaches and porches.

    Personally, I'd like to see one of those
    Adirondack chairs in the painting filled with
    a sleeping, tattooed biker woman, a half-drunk bottle of Jack Daniels
    squeezed between her thighs and a Monarch butterfly
    resting gently on the tip of her nose. Now there's a picture.

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    Bogdania commented on Art

    08-07-2009

    Soooooo you've been to Sturgis on a Sunday morning? lol Nice twist here to consider bikers in Martha's Vinyard or, more shockingly, Kennebunkport. It's the end I tell ya;)

    Katylove commented on Art

    08-05-2009

    Bravo! Very well written..Love the way you *changed* the scene...

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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