My style is beginning folk art, I guess, mixed with expressionism and abstract. I am getting better at expressing my style.
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WHEN THE FLOWERS SO BEAUTIFUL
THE FATHER GAVE A NAME,
BACK CAME A LITTLE BLUE-EYED ONE
(ALL TIMIDLY IT CAME);
AND STANDING AT ITS FATHER'S FEET,
AND GAZING IN HIS FACE,
IT SAID, IN LOW AND TREMBLING TONES:
"DEAR GOD, THE NAME THOU GAVEST ME,
ALAS! I HAVE FORGOT."
KINDLY THE FATHER LOOKED HIM DOWN
AND SAID: "FORGET ME NOT" ANON
WHEN the flowers so beautiful
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