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Color is a unique sensation/,

Color doesn't sense. 

Senseless color is. 

Is color one way or the other? 

Color may not be what it is. 

It may not be what color is—either. 

Expressively cliched, color isn't always black and white. 

Why devil within the lines of this wall? 

This is wall the color really is.

Wall color is chosen. 

We simply paint here. 

Rainbows contain primary color. 

That is standard color opinion. 

They colored. 

We copied them. 

Let's re-invent the wheel. 

I believe in that. 

That re-invent isn't grammatically justifiable. 

More descriptive and less coloring; are many other fun words. 

Color letters with a new; improved model. 

Call it may. 

Color it gray. 

Say may color gray call it happy day today tomorrow and maybe re-shape yesterday. 

Color which way you may. 

No amount is required no less no more. 

Allow how color now—meow. 

Color these blind and laugh in loud without making any such sound found on flat ground color round. 

Dollop a scoop of skinny hint belly button lint and glue color to it. 

New colors are sluu, slah, vert, Iopa, wible 

Shall we double new dripples? 

Color isn't tame. 

Black is what and white is lame.

Lupa-vert sluu-slah and wibble are what it is. 

My personal invention describing details indeed. 

Upgraded in colored eyes are now noeen-Lupa skies shooting moon wibble dream. 

Noeen pupils iris of opaque euqapo. 

Grooped krad etihw... 

Confusing when you learn about color. 

Trick is allowance. 

Tolerate my perception however reverse. 

-sdrawkcaB-


11-13-15

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