Eight minutes poem

Eight minutes and fading fast,
yes, nearly there,
nearly time for bed,
with only sleep in my thoughts,
and rest,
yes,
eight minutes till the end of the working day,
and I have been working all day happily away
and what a joy it is to be able to be free,
to be creative and to be able to be creative,
and express yourself in so many varied ways,
and at the end of the day,
art is in my heart,
and what great joy it creates.

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