Embossed soul
I am a work of art,admired by All.
Young, old and tall.
You tried to paint over me,
But my embossed soul, is there for everyone to see.
The paint you mixed.
Brush strokes,an easel fixed.
Embossing, makes me stand out.
Without a doubt.
I am a work of art,admired by All.
Young,old and tall.
You tried to paint over me,
My embossed soul,is there for everyone to see.
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