She's Got Everything She Needs She's An Artist She Don't Look Back She'll Take The Dark Out Of The Nighttime And Paint The Daytime Black Bow Down To Her On Sunday Salute Her When Her Birthday Comes For Halloween Buy Her A Trumpet And For Christmas Give Her A Drum ~ Bob Dylan
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
No These Are Not The Eyes I'm Referring To
These are my eyes colored to illustrate the following poem.
I have a photo of those eyes but chose not to use them.
My eyes are Scotia Blue according to the person with the Carribean Blue ones.
I am an artist and lover of life. I believed completely, from a young age, in the demographers' prediction that one day the population of the world would become the color of coffee with cream.
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