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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.
Up the ladder:
Temporary moments
Down the ladder:
There
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Posted: September 25, 2004 3:48 PM PDT; Last modified: September 25, 2004 3:48 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.119203 Overall Rank: 5657 Comments:
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(perhaps great minds think alike?) :)
you could make it a little bit better if you sharped some of the edges and played with your word choice, but it is overall very nicely done - 9 -
-megan