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Mammy's favorite colour was red. Cycle red. New born red. Deep cuts red. And roses. Daddy preferred earth colour. New potato patene, manure mix, And bottle brown. We all knew green-eyed envy, White-flag truces and surrenders. Black somber calls in the pitch of night. The passion of purple, Serenity of blue wounds. The orange hues of morning and evening Where anticipation and destination meet.
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Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC
A Family of Colour
Mammy's favorite colour was red. Cycle red. New born red. Deep cuts red. And roses. Daddy preferred earth colour. New potato patene, manure mix, And bottle brown. We all knew green-eyed envy, White-flag truces and surrenders. Black somber calls in the pitch of night. The passion of purple, Serenity of blue wounds. The orange hues of morning and evening Where anticipation and destination meet.
Colour = color when you're Canadian.
francie-lynch
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Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC
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