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Of all that is wanting.
I have drawn it,
In a caricature of myself,
And left it open,
For the world to draw upon.
But in secret I scrawl my name,
Across its back cover,
And pretend it is a smudge,
For naught to see.
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| Here is my perfect picture, Of all that is wanting. I have drawn it, In a caricature of myself, And left it open, For the world to draw upon. But in secret I scrawl my name, Across its back cover, And pretend it is a smudge, For naught to see. |
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