There on the sidewalk was a young heart full of gold!
She lived for ART if the true story be told.
She sleeps in her car and by the beach she paints,
she is as pure as gold, I'd call her a saint!
She'll never go corporate, nor sell her soul,
no taskmaster owns her, she's free as a foal!
She accepts contributions for her heart-painted art.
I'm glad to have met you, for a goddess thou art!
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YES! This is Artesssa in form. Look for her out in the stars or near the beaches in San Diego CA and Bogota CO.