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Painting Today was a blank canvasNow it is muddled with strokes of genius.Now it is splattered with sprays of flowers.Now it is marred with mistakes.Now it is shining with triumph. I can see me in every color and shadow laid.This, today’s canvas is spectacular.Tomorrow’s will be too, but it will never be today’s.
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