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Jan 2016
The Painting
In the old house, there was a painting.
It hung over the fireplace.
There were trees and a house.
A few birds in the sky.
The old well look as if there was no water there.
Horses in the barn with their heads out the windows
Made the painting so real.
Then I looked out the window there it was. Just as the painting told.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
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