Constant Peripheral Vision

The corners of his mouth hung high.

Some would call it smiling.

Course, they’d be defiling

Jocularity.

For it was plain to see.

His knack for fakery.

Extended to the faint of heart.

Whom took no part in

Discerning artwork.

And he was a master painter…

Barry Williams http://barry-williams.com/blog

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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