I’d love to have a shed,
where I could put my stuff,
where it would not matter,
should I splatter,
paint or resin on the floor.
I’d love to have a shed,
a space I could create in,
inks and clay,
on the benches could stay
and not have to be packed up.
I’d love to have a shed,
a Sister’s Shed I’d have
to share the fun of art,
with those of similar heart,
oh, I’d love to have shed.
© ceenoa
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