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Saturday afternoon.
Hope this does not end soon.
Saturday, there is something I love to do, true.
It's not play. I could do this all day.
Never want to be done. This is too much fun.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and more.
So many colors. None I want to ignore.
My mom puts everything I create up on the wall.
She loves them all.
My mom puts on the wall, everything I create. Really great.
My mom puts on the wall, everything I create. Really great.
She says it has real heart.
What does that mean? I don't have a clue. This is something I like to do.
True, I love working with scissors paper and glue.
This, I could never be through.
This is what I love to do.
I don't have to be online. That's fine.
See, don't have to watch TV. OK with me.
Don't have to go insane playing video games.
My mom said true, she could sign me up for an art class after school.
That would be cool.
I hope supplies will never run out. I would scream and shout.
I hope and fear never run out will my supplies; that would see, bring tears to me eyes.
