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Dmy Art 🎨🖌️
Teaching @ Adekule Ajashin University Akungba
Teaching @ Adekule Ajashin University Akungba
My Art
<p>My Pencil, My World</p><p><br/></p><p>My pencil is small,</p><p>but my dreams are wide.</p><p>With every stroke,</p><p>I create a world inside.</p><p><br/></p><p>A line becomes a road,</p><p>a circle becomes the moon,</p><p>a blank page becomes a universe</p><p>where my dreams bloom.</p><p><br/></p><p>My pencil has no voice,</p><p>yet it tells my story.</p><p>It turns imagination into colour,</p><p>and little thoughts into glory.</p><p><br/></p><p>So give me a pencil,</p><p>and leave me alone</p><p>because with this tiny tool,</p><p>I can build a world of my own.</p>
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