Monet's Life Treasure
He took out his trusty brushes,
And painted on the bridge.
He devoted us his time,
A lovely grandeur privilege.
He painted all day long,
Through months of distress.
With every broad stroke,
His genius hands impress.
He took his beautiful garden,
And depicted it to measure.
And on a wall of canvass,
Rests Monet’s life treasure.
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