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| Angry brush strokes fill the square, Helter-skelter everywhere. They appear a tangled mess, So the viewer's left to guess. Who knows what the artist meant, If there really was intent. If there is a message there In the giant, gloomy square, It eludes the mortal eye! Only God will laugh or cry. But at least the artist tried, And, one hopes, is satisfied. | ||
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