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The carpenter wants keenly to realize beauty
From his bearded face wearing drops of liquor
On the corners of lips, with a buddy on bench,
Sunday not surely being a holiday from beauty.
Beauty lies in a shack, a thatch and on a bench
Frothing in brown at the top, to flies buzzing
Around eyes , the world having lost its outline.
The earth and the sky become a vast single mass.