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| I love to paint, it's so much fun. I do the job until it's done. No need to rest with brush in hand. I do the task as I have planned. My brush can make the old look new! It isn't very hard to do. It glides along as smooth as silk, Adorning weathered boards with milk. I see each stroke toward my goal And cannot wait to see it whole. Before I know it I am through And look for something else to do. | ||
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