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Often times I sit in my desk, wondering what it would be like

to be a professional author or swordsmith, or even the NBA's Mike.

But then I sit with my sketchbook open, and begin to line and draw

the many details in my head of a world, imagined and raw.

Brothers with powers of fire and ice, some with active camo

and the small art page I have-so nice-makes my imagination go KA-BLAMMO!

Then I return back to my thoughts, and think, I don't need that

my mind returns back to its state of normalcy.

I am inspired by all the things this world has to offer

good, bad, small, big, it does not matter much

but what matters here and now is how I'm inspired much.

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