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The smell of fresh cut grass that you have mowed A lollipop with flavor painful, **** The signal traffic has to let you go A thumb on men who give plants great kick-starts The middle of a rainbow, warm and cold A long square with fuzz on a table for pool The mark on the root of all evil that's sold A moss-covered abandoned private school The things you see once trekking through the woods A pond lies ankle-high within this place The bits of algae below where you stood A frog that jumps in front of your shocked face There still are many things we've not yet seen Pertaining to the wonderful color green
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
On green, a sonnet
The smell of fresh cut grass that you have mowed A lollipop with flavor painful, **** The signal traffic has to let you go A thumb on men who give plants great kick-starts The middle of a rainbow, warm and cold A long square with fuzz on a table for pool The mark on the root of all evil that's sold A moss-covered abandoned private school The things you see once trekking through the woods A pond lies ankle-high within this place The bits of algae below where you stood A frog that jumps in front of your shocked face There still are many things we've not yet seen Pertaining to the wonderful color green
I was reading some sonnets, and got inspired. Wrote about my favorite color and where I've seen it.
#sonnet#green#color#form#fixed
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
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