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| The odor of paint is a perfume to me. The brush gives a luster for each one to see. Progressing with care from one side to the next It gladdens the heart on the slightest pretext. The cleanup is messy and spots are a threat, But I like to paint and the problems forget. ** Stroke on stroke the paint goes on, Making old walls sparkling new. Bristles slide both here and yon. What a joy to see it through. | ||
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