Meandering Minds
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Craftsmen, Where Are you?
It's a sad state of affairs when jobs need to be done, And you're willing to do them but you aren't the one, To put in a door or some similar action 'Cuz if you attempt it you'll end up in traction. How nice it would be if without a commotion, We all could repair if we all got the notion. Yes any idea of whatever needs fixing, We'd run and we'd do it, no need for the nixing. But there are people out there, who have needed skill, We just have to call them, and hope that they fill Whatever description of art sets in motion, The needs that did cause all this poet's emotion.
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