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Two little children one morning, after their breakfast was o'er
were laughing and playing together.,
alone on the dining room floor;
the girl of a dream had been talking,
Two little children one morning, after their breakfast was o'er
were laughing and playing together.,
alone on the dining room floor;
the girl of a dream had been talking,
but refused with a toss of her head
to tell it all to her playmate,
until he coaxingly said..
Your had a dream,
I had one too,...
I know mine's best 'cause it was of you....
Come sweetheart tell me,
now is the time...
You tell me your dream,
I'll tee you mine.
Seymour Rice and Albert H.Brown (1930's)
to tell it all to her playmate,
until he coaxingly said..
Your had a dream,
I had one too,...
I know mine's best 'cause it was of you....
Come sweetheart tell me,
now is the time...
You tell me your dream,
I'll tee you mine.
Seymour Rice and Albert H.Brown (1930's)

One of my goals lately has been to create more "hands on" art.
It has been quite a while since I have done this, instead I have
chosen to drool longingly over collages in Somerset Studios publications.
Instead of continuously gazing, I decided to find some inspiration from what I saw.
Sure it is fun to look at everyone's work, and I do truly find them inspiring,
but that also sometimes leaves me in a rut..of doing nothing but browsing pages and internet sites. True, true..it is very addicting, but time to put my own dreams down on paper, canvas...matte board or what have you, once again!




















