- Brushes Hair Up
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- a book of poems lay next to the
easel
- paint tubes without lids were
nearby
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- brushes hair up in a jar on a
table
- waited for the artists' next
try
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- paint on the palette was
useless
- as a radio played low in the
room
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- sending out crackly sounds
- as the artist swept with a
broom
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- an empty canvas sat on the
easel
- waiting as time ticked away
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- to hold lines, color and
form
- and maybe be seen someday
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- but the artist had given it
up
- he figured he had been
wrong
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- to think he'd make it a go
- searching for truth took too
long
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- and he figured to pack his
stuff
- in boxes and give it away
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- except for the book of
poems
- that told of the cowboys who
stay
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- so he sat down and read them
again
- and the words ignited a
flame
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- of passion for work he must
do
- cause a heart of the West can't be
tame
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