Poem: The Artist"The Artist"And here comes the artist, how short she stands!Pencils and sketchbooks: always in her hands.Over her shoulder, a trusty rucksackthat not only brings pens, but a nice snackto eat for later when she got hungry.Freeload from her, and she'll get quite angry!Besides all that food talk, she loves to draw!Practicing all day, to fix all her flaws.Her drawings were odd and really quite strange;sketching ideas from a mind that changed.Her hair sticking up, her head in the clouds;One look at this girl, you'll start to have doubts.Though she looked plain, she was somehow unique.Impossible goals, rare treasures to
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