I drove by three blind
men walking down the
street. One had a white
cane. They held onto each
other 4 dear life.
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I told my grandson Charlie what my teacher told me 60 years ago... that a work of art is finished when none of the original idea remains. So...
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Why du 2 of them have long black needles going through their heads? H.
That's the street. I guess one man's needle is another man's street.
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