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A Canvas For A Crust

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Aye, Montecelli, that's the name.
You may have heard of him perhaps.
Yet though he never savoured fame,
Of those impressionistic chaps,
Monet and Manet and Renoir
He was the avatar.

He festered in a Marseilles slum,
A starving genius, god-inspired.
You'd take him for a lousy bum,

Tho' poetry of paint he lyred,
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Troy Ulysses Davis 23 January 2013

A marketing genius, excellent journalism and I'm curious about Monticello work.

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Painters get rich after they go to haven

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