Page 66 - The English Carnival 7
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Listening Text
In worlds of ink and paper’s touch,
A tale unfolds, unique and such.
Mary’s hands, with daring flair,
Shattered norms, hung in the air.
Strips and shards, a comic torn,
From convention, she was reborn.
Barry’s eyes, wide with surprise,
Witnessed truth in Mary’s eyes.
“Only one,” she boldly cried,
Her spirit couldn’t be denied.
In fragments, art found its voice,
In chaos, she made her choice.
Embrace the spark that sets you free,
For in uniqueness, we all agree.
In torn pages, a lesson spun,
That in every heart, there can be only one.
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