She danced till she died,
Of a bullet shot.
Who the culprit was?
I have heard not.
Saturday, November 25, 2017
Monday, November 20, 2017
My book
My book is old, my book is new
My book is rolled in morning dew.
My book contains more besides,
As it rests on evening tides.
Friday, November 10, 2017
A drawing and two pumpkins
I haven't been real artsy lately... but here are two things I've done.
This scarf picture I did with colored pencils.
These are made out of paper clay. First you mould them, let dry for a few days then paint. The Orange one my sister made and the green I made.
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This one is pencil Gel pen This is acrylic paint I think the girl in green turned out the best. -- Katrina