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I Paint
I Paint
I paint with brush the things I know
Memories from childhood and more.
A rusty-roofed shanty, a field under plow,
Rainbows and flowers galore.
I take the things that caused a small tear
At a younger and innocent age,
And paint them with tenderness I never felt,
'Til I grew so wise and so sage.
It's hard now to fathom what others might do
To purge from their souls all that's sad.
I paint. Thank God! For I have not a doubt,
Without that I'd surely go mad.
To view some of my paintings, click on the paint pallette. 
This is very good! Wonderful rythym...paint and write on!