Paint Poem by Ethan McHinkle
Paint
Paint.
What amazing fumes.
Paint.
What deadly fumes.
Paint.
Sniff it and you may faint.
Paint.
The smell make you feel great.
Paint.
Its no good for your fate.
Don't sniff paint.
Or you will forever faint on your face.
But I guess it was your fate.
To check your lifestyle on earth! Able to seek for the truth. Thanks for sharing.
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4/30/2024 2:19:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Rhyming poem. thank you very much. paint, faint.... so it goes on.. thank you for this poem. tony