but it's cold, better wait
anyway, on a scale from one to whatever
paint is an eight
I like painting
i was painting the walls
i am, can you smell it
i am a paintist
i will march with the painters
and become a member of the paintist party
i belive in paintiscism
holy mother of paint
paint with us painters
now and at the hour our can is dry
it has a fragrant bouquet
i wonder if paint
is safe to eat
and they are just not telling us
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