Who put the “Why?” into laughing?
I have lived past the point of being beautiful.
We painted the fence pickets different colors.
We used the entire Sherman-Williams sample set in order.
The fence went on for fourteen miles.
It is difficult to determine if the thrashers see color
and noticed the chromatic variations.
I recall I placed one hair on each paint-damp picket.
Somehow this became a religion
and I traveled the land, painted fences and placed follicles.
Does that make me a loser?
Can a loser bring home eight figures a year
in internet donations?
I am now a professional head scratcher.
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