Once I was an artist

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Drawing was my passion for a time being
Until slowly, the passion began fleeing

The work became tedious,
The cost, so damn greediest
This passion of mine was causing uneasiness

So I put down my pencil and grabbed my tin
Now I make drinks
Craft-cocktails from Gin.

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