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While taking a stroll down the paved pathway,

Not the sort of canvas, you see everyday.

Much paint covers it, to be sure,

But, me? Only a child and their school teacher.

A sort of dust which ought to fly away,

But I’m held together, for the children to play.

Pretty pictures and colorful to see.

But, as you pass by, you walk all over me.

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