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When I applied it on the morose painted black wall; it highlighted a vivid contrast,
The surface suddenly acquired a gaudy complexion; captivated stringent attention
of the roving eye.
When I smeared it on the surface of the airfield tarmac; it bifurcated the entire terrain scrupulously into zones,
Made life immensely simple for the pilot; giving adequate options to the pilot to maneuver his winged bird.
When I mixed it with plain pellucid water; it transformed into a curry of
And I was easily able to whitewash the periphery of the dilapidated mansion; with magnanimous strokes of my serrated brush.
When I threw it nonchalantly on the earth; it inconspicuously blended with the soil,
Impregnated the mud with innocuous tinges of sparkle; looked spotless in the assemblage of infinite dirt.
When I released it high in the air; it cascaded down painstakingly,
Eventually settling and juxtaposing with my hair; rendering my features to appear comically distorted.
When I hurled it at unsuspecting individuals; they acknowledged my gesture with frivolous smiles,
Although they inevitably scratched their eyes with their palms; as the granules caused pertinent irritation.
When I applied a frugal amount of it on my rosy tongue; it looked as if covered with snow,
Although some of it managed to infiltrate into my nose; and I thunderously sneezed.
When I voraciously rolled in it; inscribing wild designs with my fingers,
I resembled a talented cartoon from the Disney world; and the neighboring children laughed till tears rolled down their cheek.
When I washed my hands; vigorously rubbing it all over the skin of my fingers,
They came out meticulously clean; with the last traces of grime now completely
But I think that my chalk powder served me the best; when I moulded it into a
composite bar of handsome chalk,
Used it for imparting judicious knowledge; sketching a conglomerate of love symbols with it on the crystal blackboard.
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