ART ALONE
I wrote a story
About an elf
And sang and sang it
To myself.
I drew a picture
Of a deer
Even though
No one was near.
I sketched a portrait
In the sand
And then erased it
With my hand.
I've shown my art
To friends before,
But usually
It makes them snore.
But that's alright--
I'll be happy
As long as art
Will just please me.
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