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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