Art - For The Love Of It - Poem by Joyce Hemsley
A long-established habit,
But customary so to do.
Submitting his latest Works of Art
To the ever 'devoted few'.
He enters no competition
Not really that kind of man.
But superlative talent such as his
Must surely be in demand.
Each beautifully painted picture
With colours of fairest hue,
Receives much admiration
From fans both old and new.
It's a long-established habit
And customary so to do...
Forever submitting his Works of Art
But Accolades are long overdue.
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