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Painting (Free verse) by RION12

Life is a painting. It has different colors for different means. The more people and stuff you do. The brighter the colors become. No matter how long you live. The story of the painting keeps going. But when you die you think the painting is done. But the painting just keeps going.

edpeterson 17-Mar-05/7:24 AM
Mongoloids, too, think alike.




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