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Painty (Free verse) by wlshepherd

There was a painted man, Who walked a painted mile, And on his painted face, Was a painted smile. He wore a painted coat, Along with painted boots, And for his painted breakfast He ate un-painted fruits. He had a painting job, Was a piece of painted art, And when the people paid to paint him He played the painted part. After the painted walk, Back to his painted room, He fell into a painted sleep And then a painted tomb.

kawakurdi 29-Jul-02/12:20 PM
The combination or rather the unity of image and thought [paint] is well maintained from the beginning to end with an excellent end. Clear, readable, interesting and innovative.




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