#HashtagGames
#PaintASongOrPoem
His name was Cezanne
And he lived in a meadow by a pond
He touched me for a moment
With an image that spoke to me of his sweet love
Then the painter that he was, drove him on with desperation
And I saw as he went, a most hopeless situation
For Cezanne and the man and the time
That made the paints run...
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