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Only a Stupid Painting
You graced
One of the two
Rooms of our shack,
With your bright red
Unkempt lines and blobs
Of paint,
And the washed-out dark
Red brown
Called Van Dyke.
My squiggles
Plodding music in black all over
That canvas
That they brought to me
And asked me to paint
"Something".
And I did,
Even though it looked like
A kid
Did it.
And I loved you,
But, shock to me,
They loved you too,
Took you home
And hung you up
Where you now grace
Their view.
I miss you.
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