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People, you are pots of paint for my canvass.
With all your quirks and foibles,
And wonderful ways.
The world indeed is crowded
With many pots of paint:
Glorious views.
My brushes are all aquiver,
Inspired by everything.
From India to Iceland,
Russia to sunny Spain.
You folk, I love to paint you,
Though never your actual words.
The universe, a marvel,
Flying through the heavens.
Swirling spiral galaxies,
Pallets for my verse.
Paul
Butters
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