I COLORED OUTSIDE THE LINES,
DID IT ALL THE TIME,
COLORS WERE PRETTY,
BACK OF HIS BOOKS SO DIRTY,
HE BROKE THEM,
WITH A VICTIMLESS CRIME,
HE DID IT ALL THE TIME,
I COLORED OUTSIDE THE LINES,
PRAYING HE WOULD GO BLIND,
BROKEN CRAYONS,
STILL COLOR FINE,
THEY DO IT,
ALL THE TIME.
~VICKIE THAYER~
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