Vincent's Chair 1888
I sat there all alone,
After many visitors
Have come and gone.
Then I met an artist,
Who graced me with his presence;
A peculiar man I must insist.
He asked to paint my portrait,
An offer I couldn’t protest,
So I sat there feeling irate.
Now I’m cemented in history,
Through one man’s passion for art,
Each painting a truelove story.
So, to the man with orange hair,
I’ll always value our friendship;
I am known as “Vincent’s Chair.”
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Inspired by Deborah Guzzi’s
The Chairs Tale contest and
The Painting “Vincent’s Chair”
By Vincent Van Gogh-1888
Copyright © Abe Lopez | Year Posted 2009
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