Painting Poem by Jyla Creder
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Painting
When I first pick up a
paintbrush
i felt like a mama
holding her child for the first time
I felt a mircale fall
into
my hand
I had to do it more
I loved it
like a
mama loves her child
I was good, amazing, great
at painting
I loved it
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5/5/2024 11:22:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
thanks yall for writing me some comments i real like it