My time,
it has dwindled.
My attention-span,
(quite) poor.
But to say I don't make art-
Is simply old lore!
I may be in factories,
Shattering wrists.
But my mind,
it is simply,
Full of magical mist.
With Great North mythical creatures,
Burrowing in the snow.
I am armed with a shovel,
To shed light, make them known.
So my friends, and my colleagues--
Worry you not!
Come 2010 I assure you,
It will be quite hot.
Frohe Festtage!
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