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Bob RossLyrics: Radford
Bob Ross never tried to force his ways upon us. Always calm. Always gentle. Always concerned for wildlife. He would paint, and using his gentle methods, each of was bettered, whether we chose to create or not.
With his frizzy hair and his even frizzier beard, and his little flying squirrel upon his shoulder, he would paint and he would talk about the trees. ``Let's paint a happy little tree here,'' he would say, ``or a white picket fence. Or a majestic moutain.''
It did not matter. His gentleness remained. So as I spread my alizarin crimson on my palette and mix it with some cobalt blue, I will always remember Bob, and the gentleness he preached throughout his life.
Copyright © 1996 by Stale Urine
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