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I am a verbal painter. Paint pictures with my words. They can be the prettiest pictures, That you have ever heard. My pallet is the keyboard, My brush are its keys. What you read in your mind Is the picture that it sees. I can paint happy, I can paint blue. How you read the painting, Is entirety up to you. I have painted Rembrandt's Picasso's and Renior's. Even painted one or two That have left some ugly scars. I have painted pictures Of ladies in distress. One I painted too much Left me really in a mess. For once words are written The picture has been formed. You can't change the color. That I wish I was forewarned. But I will keep on painting Pictures with my words And hope that they will be, the Prettiest pictures, you have ever heard

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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