Posted: May 21, 2013 by alisonadkins in AllisonA2, Hitler's Life

                                                                                   Alois Hitler, father of Adolf.

Art, why art?

Pastels, paint brushes, landscapes: All useless.
Who needs to know how to combine colors or paint trees blowing in the wind?
Who needs to know how to merge colors into one another just right?
Why can’t he have a career like mine and follow in my footsteps?
He can make something of himself, but he chooses to disappoint me.
I’ll never understand why…

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