Every mark upon my canvas,
tells a different story
I would not wish them to vanish,
or live without the glory
Each stroke upon the fraying sides,
another stroke of wisdom
Each mistake found, without a rhythm,
creates a better guide
No man or child could go without,
a few more splashes of paint
No matter how you puff and pout,
the artist will not feint
For those who find a blank canvas still,
your story comes, it has a will
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