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Jun 2014
I bleed.
The other day I was looking at a book.
But I had to watch twice.With a sign of confession.
The book said your blood was blue.
No green or yellow or even red.
But just blue.
I looked more than I thought.
I cut myself and bleed.I bleed red.
When I get a ****** nose. I bleed red.
Blue I can say brush my teeth to hard and I bleed red.
No it's not blue I can say.
For I bleed red.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
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