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I am


A pile of erasers at my desk,

papers in a mess,

a trash can overflowed,

this is the making of the career I choose.

Colors and figures cover my mind,

I must create and design.

For the characters I create 

they must come to life.

They have personalities I can relate.

Through my drawings I create a story,

I am a cartoonist at heart.

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