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Oct 2012
Boldly **** and glowing with pride
The sun preens and shows off what’s inside

Why think of lemon when you can think of lime?
This bright growing color is really sublime

Cool and aloof, all hear the crashing of tides
Stridently true, it gallops and rides

Nothing rhymes with purple
That *****

A draining line that rolls and spreads
It blurs our eyes and fills our heads

Nothing rhymes with orange either
Maybe purple and orange should hook up
Written by
Emily Grace
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