Tereza ran down the street
Clutching a bag in her hands
Without any shoes on her feet.
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Her plight is her own, no one understands
She’s carrying a lot more than her bag
Weighed down by time, like hour glass sands.
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As she’d run her head would sag
Lowered by many a burden
She can’t slow down or even lag.
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It will catch her, that is for certain
As time catches us all
Right up to the final curtain…
-AAA 08/09/2024
Anthony’s Crazy Love and Life Lessons in Empathy 
The art you choose is beautiful and always so well matched. Do you create it?
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Yes, and no. I either take pictures I’ve taken or found or I googled an image and then I apply ArtFilters to them and I crop them. Tweak them twist them mechanical different.
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BUONA SERATA
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Buona note 😊
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NOTTE
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Mi dispiace, “notte”
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SPLENDENTE GIORNATA 🙂
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