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Gaetano Nov 2014
I am purple!
I'm not violet...I'm not lavender...I'm PURPLE!
I love to say the word purple...because it is me.

I'm deep as the color purple...
I am warm and easily envelop those I love
in the warmth and protective environment of my color.

Just as easily I can be a dense, dark, impenetrable wall
which no one can get through.

I can vividly remember the kindergarten class
in Springdale Elementary School,
with the brightly decorated coffee can full of large primary crayons,
which sat in the middle of a large table.

I can see myself searching for the purple crayon
which was so important to me...
and as I write this I can smell the special fragrance of that crayon...
it smelled purple!

I am purple...
half way between red and blue.
The serenity of blue and the rage of red.
One might observe I often drift one way or the other
but all the time maintaining control
over the powers I possess.

I guess, I could be your best friend or your worst enemy.
But whatever I am...I do it with compassion.
Written in 1988

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