Far from I to question why you doodle on the hallway wall. I understand the need to screed all empty pages with the thoughts I've caught throughtout the passing day.
But smiling faces in black ink, which glare and stare as I walk by. That sit beneath our Monet dear, it's clear they'll drive me soon to drink.
I have no wish for you to hide your latent talent now turned bold. In fact I pray I'll live to see and reap the gold that it might bring.
Look for shadow, look for shade, I fear these happy marks won't fade. Before you park your new trade card to greet me, could I ask you think, to find a place where I can't see their imprint quite so easily.
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