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Exhibitions:

The Park

There once was a park
With grass and some trees
Dandelions bloomed
And sun-bathed rocks lay sleeping

So day after day
As houses soon encroached
More people came to frequent
This park that stood alone

Soon children came there playing
And left their little wrappers
Their parents followed close
And threw down crushéd cans

In Evenings young adults came
Tossing cigarette butts
They chased around the park trees
And broke vulnerable branches

As people came and left a mess
In the park of grass and trees
Soon no one wished to come and rest
Where once the sun bathed rocks and leaves