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Apr 2015
Three little lanterns
Hanging on a line.
One is blue, one is green,
Neither are mine.

Three little lanterns
Still in the air.
The last one is different,
Not quite as bare.

This little lantern
Has more color to it's name.

With hues of red,
And shades of yellow,

With splashes of orange,
And a white background,

This little lantern
Is brighter than the rest.

Three little lanterns
Hanging on a line.
One is blue, one is green,
The last is mine.
this poem is just a description of me. My lantern represents me.
Written by
Robert Stark
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