Painted With Same Brush

Painted With Same Brush

Both had been painted with same brush;
One was loser and the other a loony lush;
Both were being,
Not worth seeing;
With disaster had a crude crushing brush.

Jim Horn

Paint must have all dried out.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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