It’s a Living . . .

Everyone has a job they say, a plot in life to course.

People must be responsible to do their daily chores.

Some build government towers, and structures that carry the smart.

Others paint the ocean blue and make it to touch your heart.

Some draw fancy blueprints for computers and snow-skis and trucks

I walk the beaches of Ingonesh selling rubberish donuts of ducks

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If you paint for me even one thing which is true, perhaps I’ll be tempted to consider two. I tell tales poetically, someone else needs to set them to music.

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If you paint for me even one thing which is true, perhaps I’ll be tempted to consider two. I tell tales poetically, someone else needs to set them to music.

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