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Oct 2015
She was painted in a mural and
plastered on the wall
flowery dress and tied back hair
sitting there for all the world to see,
I saw the strokes the artist pulled
no punches missed no lines,
any other time she could have been
La Giaconda,
she could have been a queen,
but now up on the wall in the
living room for one and all the visitors
to see
she looked quite dull
to me.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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