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Jan 2017
He’s painting as I pass him,
And still at it when I go back,
Painting again
And again
For the past four days.
Today, he’s gone
Having whitewashed something old as
Something very new
And completely succeeded.
Written by
Nahla Nainar  Tamil Nadu, India
(Tamil Nadu, India)   
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