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Eva M. Olsgard  

 

     

 

     

The Stonecarver's Apprentice   

 

 

My education was a ruse.

My teacher thought I his muse.

I asked him how he liked my line.

He said my figure was divine.

I asked him if I wrote strong feet.

He said: Darling, write something sweet.

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