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He had long hair once. She wrote alone in her knickers' drinking German wines. He painted dark clouds that never rained. Savvy punk word-painters slam down their ill-tempers with blunt ballpoints of anger. Romantic poets running in circles yapping like Yorkshire Terriers. Overwrought poetess banging on about 'daddy'. Overweight myopic philosophers creating visual masterpieces. He draws his thoughts with the chalky dust of crow bones, black birds watch his hocus-pocus from afar. The shyly brazen, always sculpting heart-stomping elephants. She is lovely seen by the bottom of a beer glass. Artists all, all sketching their faces looking for someone to pick them up to play along with their solitary games forever.