Unleashed

In the short term
I may as well have that chocolate brownie
Prawns for dinner
Two glasses of Stoneleigh
A new pair of slippers
A Kimberley cruise
Bugger the budget
Start painting every day
Be disciplined
Create a body of work
Before it's too late
That shows who I am
If I don't have my own style now
I never will
Maybe my own exhibition
'Unleashed'
As a final statement
Instead of a funeral
Like Sukamarin






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