Exploited Genius

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By Albert Ahearn

Once upon a time ago Lived a man named Vincent Van Gogh. His style of painting vexed a few With importunities anew: His long broad strokes and use of light Bright yellows, mauve were his delight Blues and oranges caught the eye Contrasting when placed side by side For all the beauty he expressed It left him poor and dispossessed. Life seems to fault the advent man It’s been that way since time began. Deceased his work has now become Treasures in Louvre museum.

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