I smell the fresh toxic paint,
I feel so excited I could faint,
I squeeze out the colours,
Reds, blues, yellows and greens,
I think of what this means,
Yes I know what to express!
This is the best,
Hours go by,
Without even a twitch of the eye,
There is no way I would rather spend my day,
Other then sitting down to paint
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