from "Jets At Dawn" written by Bill Nelson.
The calendar said first of August
Romance and promises of summer days
I strolled unclothed into the garden
To feel the warm sun on my face
The saving of the human race
Romance and promises of summer days
I strolled unclothed into the garden
To feel the warm sun on my face
The saving of the human race
The Fruits of Labour - Ken Sprague
A hand-painted sign above Sprague's studio read: 'It's not a question of an artist being a special kind of person, but of every man, woman or child being a special kind of artist.'
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