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Stone Carving

Chipping away tiny
bits and pieces
Hammer and chisel's
work never ceases

Day and night the
artist goes on
Pausing only to
visit the john

Slowly the beauty
starts to emerge
In the marble, life
starts to surge

It is the natural talent
of the devoted artist
That converts the stone
into a masterpiece


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Stone Carving

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