I tried to make something for everyone
With a touch of this
A brush of that
A little inkspot
Or a dab
Or a crumb
Or a snippet
Some tiny little fragment
Of anything remotely
Feasibly
Possibly
Plausibly
Pleasing
In any and every aesthetically imaginable sense
To delight the eyes ears nose hands and tongue
Of absolutely
Every living person
And inevitably I made
Nothing for No one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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