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Thursday, 2 October 2014

Not to be a cartoonist

















If I were an artist, yours would be my figure.
If I were a poet, yours would be my thought.
If I were a writer, yours would be my theme.
You in mind, I don’t want to be a cartoonist.
30.12.2007


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