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Blue-eyed Boy

I never really cared for blue-eyed people.

Bright or pale;

A common color for the male or female.

But let my tell you a tale

Of a blued-eyed boy

Who never toyed with this green-eyed girl.

He put her head in a whirl.

Love is what they called it.

 

She'd look into those blue eyes;

The color she never cared for

But now she could never be bored

Of looking at these blue-eyed people,

Who were more abundant than she thought

Maybe they fought

For the same thing she was looking for;

The Love of a boy

Who wasn't the one to toy

With that green-eyed girl.

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hannah-west
American
Published
Apr 26, 2011
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