True Art
Since man chiseled rolling wheels
To help relieve his swollen heels
The muse inspires mass appeals
Expressing just the way she feels
Canvas touched by brush in hand
Are felt by souls across the land
Mosaics spun with colored sand
A tapestry on scales so grand
Heavens choir singing loud
Angelic voices well endowed
The sculptor is forever proud
Whose works outlive the common crowd
It's evident from the start
The rhythm of a beating heart
Sets man and animals apart
Mongrel dogs defy true art
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