The Purest Art
By Lord R.e. Taylor
Miles and miles
Covered by pieces of art
Some the size of a pinhead
Others bigger than a man’s head
And every possible size in between
Every piece a different color
Carved, smoothed, and polished
Then, left to sparkle in the sand
Only to be found by a happy child
Treasure the art is taken home
And placed with a thousand other treasures
Where it will be sure to be cherished
By the child who knows that it is special
The purest style of art around
But thar really isn’t important
It was pretty and that was what mattered
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