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Art
Art, so many meanings. A time to make a mess with paint, have fun, And move to your creative side.
Art, a time to go crazy with color, Get out all you got, A time to show off all those skills You’ve been hiding up.
Art, imagination flows free, What you thought never to be, Suddenly lies before you.
But soon, clean-up time comes, That doesn’t mean the laughter stops. New challenges arrive, paint is everywhere! What shall we do? Get out the cleaners from under the sink, Because my oh my, what creativity causes us to think.
Copyright © 2002-2003 Student Publishing Program. Poetry and prose © 2003 by individual authors. Reprinted with permission. Site designed by Strong Bat Productions. |
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