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You can call the kettle black Have a yellow streak And be tickled pink Turn up out of the blue Or feel it. You can become green with envy And red with rage. And dream in technicolour. They can change but they never disappear, because without colour. What would be left?
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
Rainbow poem
You can call the kettle black Have a yellow streak And be tickled pink Turn up out of the blue Or feel it. You can become green with envy And red with rage. And dream in technicolour. They can change but they never disappear, because without colour. What would be left?
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
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