The Beauty of the Art
As the young boy sat bemoaning, and repining in his repose, he chanced a glance upon the shelf. Upon the shelf, so drab and dreary, there sat a sculpture, all bright and glittery. It illuminated the entire abode, it gave him ideas and it gave him hope. It was a dolphin of crystal make, and it lay in mid flight, as on a fiery azure lake of sea. It was a jewel full of light, and a fresh start for the lad, a radiant sight for all who beheld. And as he looked upon its wondrous face, he pondered the beauty of art, and with all of its ways.
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