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I woke up to a canvas bare,
A dollar dream, floating in the air.
Slide guitar hums, a soulful prayer,
They said, "Paint your truth, if you dare."
Blurt.media calling my name,
A blogging gig, a curious game.
Brush and keyboard, ain't it strange?
Life gets colorful, yet rearranged.
I'm blurtin' the blues, for a dime or two,
Painting my world in a hazy hue.
Words and colors, tangled and true,
Getting paid to chase a muse.
The slide guitar moans, a wandering sound,
Each stroke of paint feels profound.
My words, they wander, loose and unbound,
Blurt's my stage, where dreams are found.
I blog my heart, I paint my soul,
Filling the void, patching the hole.
Pixels and pigments, they take their toll,
But they pay me enough to keep me whole.
Oh, the rhythm of life, it ebbs and flows,
From bluesy beats to vibrant prose.