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There was a painter, who had a trainer He practice all day, but he would always stray From his track, and would never come back Then one day, he went on his way And never came back, and left only a stack Of paintings...
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 8:35 PM UTC
Painter
There was a painter, who had a trainer He practice all day, but he would always stray From his track, and would never come back Then one day, he went on his way And never came back, and left only a stack Of paintings...
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 8:35 PM UTC
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