Art school
each sunset is unique
So others tell us
Fools – with flowers
Of envy pushing
Through their teeth
I think differently
A feeble skill that
Can’t repeat itself
I’ll have the sun in
For a spell to make
A proper artist of him
By time i finish with
This yellow fickle lout
His sunset will be perfect
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