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Illustrations

He started off rough,

Trying a hand on it,

Liked it much,

The attraction grabbed it.

Creative then,

The illustrations went,

Descriptive he,

Then began.

With few strokes here,

A few splashes there,

Groaning in ecstacy,

Taking requests with flair.

Smooth then,

The illustrations became,

Distracting much,

Is focusing on life again.

 
 
 

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