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Dec 2013
He didn't have lines,
he had colors
shifting through
different variations of purple
blue

      blue

blue.
while singing to words he did not hear
than bragging
about it years later.

We did not wonder
about the colors
he bore
it was all sounds-
words of pretty and wonder.
They were nice
and Wild!
such a magical thing.
Though I am still waiting
to finally hear him sing
so he can finally show us
his colors, colors.
Lucy
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Lucy
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   Timothy
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