" And now, if e'er by chance I put
My fingers into glue,
Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot
Into a left-hand shoe,
Or if I drop upon my toe
A very heavy weight,
I weep, for it reminds me so
Of that old man I used to know-
Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow,
Whose hair was whiter than the snow,
Whose face was very like a crow,
With eyes, like cinders, all aglow,
Who seemed distracted with his woe,
Who rocked his body to and fro,
And muttered mumblingly and low,
As if his mouth were full of dough,
Who snorted like a buffalo-
That summer evening, Long ago,
A-sitting on a gate."
-Alice and the Looking Mirror
I didn't want to do a head study really because I think he's
already had enough of those, and he has one almost
similiar to this one, so really it's random stuff. No matter, just a goodbye ting.
Nice work ^^ You can still
By the way, that's a nice poem :3
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
Thank you. And the poem,
book. It's actually three pages long, but this is the ending of the poem.
The books fun to read, but I think you may need some will to stick to it
before you start reading it. The book can be very, I don't know, weird?
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Why did you draw old man
Awesome amount of detail and
Milk= I drew it as an old
in the forest. And forest wise, it's a long time. So, I just thought that why not and draw him old...
even though now that I think about it I should've drew him like at least mild old or something?
Terabetha= Thank you! ART WUV!
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Holy smackers, I didn't
Thank you for the comment
:3
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