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Colors
Your colors are so deep,
your burried beneath my feet.
Red, Yellow, Purple, and some green.
You fall off of the great big trees.
You come off the mighty, great trees in Autum the time of Change.
Little kids jump up and down and frolleck in a great big pile of these.
Adults get annoyed and have to rack them.
Some are emerald green.
Some are Marroon.
Some are crumpled.
Some are dry.
Some are wet.
Some are new.
Some are old.
All verrying in shapes and sizes.
They are unique and special.
They are sometimes muddy.
It doesn't matter what their colors are.
It doesn't matter what their sizes are.
They are all gorgeous, and pretty in their own special way.
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