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PAINTED WORDS “Paint me a picture”, is what my love said, I picked up my pen and here’s what she read. The sun shining brightly in clear blue skies is like the sparkle, in your light blue eyes. You dance like a butterfly floating about, your voice, as an angels, without a doubt. With children, you are so good and so kind, another as sweet would be hard to find. Looking a queen, no matter your clothes, with beauty as deep as a wild red rose. You come and go like a breath of fresh air, while leaving me aghast just standing there. Your image, with words I put on a pad and hope what you see didn’t come out too bad. 12/1/05 Monty Ten syllable line count
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