Poem

Imagination
The wheels keep spinning
And the constant rides
And new smells
Of unfamiliar people
Inspire and attract
My attention
And ignite my imagination

May 3, 2011

ANGLES

 This is my windmill. They are all different angels.
My favorite is the one right on dead center. It's cool how you can see the bullet holes in it. The one to the left looks like it towers over you. The side picture gives you more detail on how its made. 



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