Too Often Do We Forget


Trails of gray blazing the untrailed canvas

It's curves at it's masters every whim

Success! The man says, as he puts it aside

and reprints with the black.

It's work shaded by the of ink

Too often do we forget:

the gray, the architect of the work.


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