Thursday, 28 January 2010

Childrens wild Colors

I remember very well what had be made,
I remember very well what we could do;
The mixing the matching they were of,
No importance, it made no matter;
In envy and love those colors would,
Do battle, marrying and fighting as,
No one could tell it hopped as it was,
Fate, no future in squares or dark shades,
Of black colors, colors were what was laid.

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