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Apr 2011
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.
Hannah West
Written by
Hannah West
       Eunyeong, Khaliyah Keedah and Steve McNutt
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