A dot of ink, a swish of paint. A pretty flower or patron saint A garden green or tree that towers Our artist dabs away the hours. |
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Mosaic, Ceramic, Water or Oil. Beauty is born through their toil. For since September to school's last day They've painted and brushed the year away. |
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Copyright © 2012, Mary S. Van Deusen |