The stylus touched the tablet
The lines started to take place
The colours merged together
And suddenly appeared a face
The eyes got bigger and bigger
The nose almost touched the floor
The mouth almost smiled, almost
And then appeared the jaw
The task was to paint an image
That would absolutely please her
But the outcome was oh so different
She was not quite the Mona Lisa
However, this is just the start…
Thanks, Prenin. Always smile!
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Okay….Here I go again. What the heck does NQML mean? The guy is a riot. His hair has the qualities of feathers on a birds wing…Interesting fellow….VK
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Ah, VK. The guy is actually a gal. And she’s Not Quite the Mona Lisa. There is a reason for the abbreviations, and I shall reveal more about this in due course.
Sorry. I can’t get away from these cliff-hangers, can I…?
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AWE-some. Both the drawing and the poem. You are waaayyyy talented, Tom.
😀
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BTW what is NQML?
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Fantastic NQML!!!! Can definitely see a resemblence though…it’s just that she’s NQML!!!
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She isn’t, isn’t she?
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Dig it. \m/
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Thanks, Adam… glad you dig!
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Chuckling away here Tom.. great little poem set to your amazing Mona 🙂
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Thanks, Sue. There may be more to come in this ‘series’…
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The Mansionic Perspective 
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