Nicely painted with a brush of love,
Respect for others and amazing abide!
I am looking for a basket I used to see,
The basket containing nicely painted eggs,
I have lost that basket but looking for it,
Where are my old and dusty kegs?
It’s somewhere in the locked stores,
Missing the keys and the locks are rusted,
If I could break these jammed rusty locks!
Looking too ugly and too disgusted!
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