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Hello my good and dear friends I have come to talk to you again Please forgive me For my time here has been thin Where do i begin After most of the day I am looking for my dead kin You see i am a genealogist I may have a small window maybe 1 to hours to work on my art Bye that time my energy is spent You know I am older then dirt and younger than sand I have always have a passion for art One of my special gifts from the man upstairs Like you my friends I lov all the nice words and support My friends I lov your art As late have been just favoring your art and not giving a reply For that am sorry forgive me Just remember how import you are You are today's historians of our time To record the time witch live on with our art To share to all the comes after I will tarry on for another day Am here till the stars fade away Skot ~ the gate keeper of dreams