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vigil by the deep lagoons
cRazy Indian colors:
of paint/
scratched canvas
rich browns. If
landscapes could dream and poetry
could walk
the earth woul>dn’t be crippled with
leafy green disappointment. Gracious
shadows slowly unroll across the floor
the artist drinks a quart of fear
chanGes the oil
grows a salaD
builds a lego castle. Mops
the Kitchen floor with gasoline
lights a cigarette
calls the boss and gives
a ten year notice
oF retirement


Published by George C. Hartman

Redesiging design, coloring outside the lines, rolling down hills, figuring out strange people, dreaming in black and white, photographing in black and white, juggling, body surfing, fantasy football, painting, design, digital art and photo manipulation, green oceans, blue oceans, museums, discovering small towns, biking, beach, relationships that tear my heart out, bad poetry, movie making and BLOGGING

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  1. A true egomaniac. My greatest memory of this heartless Donald Trump wanna-be (YOU’RE FIRED) was laughing at the photos of the jumpers on the internet one day after the terrorist attack. Loved your illegal background checks!! Just a strange chain smoking dude.
    In all my life never met a bigger back-stabber, trash talking (only if you aren’t there) asshole. Thank you all the knowledge. John was a great help with all the shortcuts. Your brother the game playing cop was hysterical with his act! (still laughing). I’m surprised you allowed me in your pool with your daughter. Well, this is what men with small dicks do Al. At least you admitted your a little man in THAT respect.

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