Color
Blue is beautiful,
red is an act,
green is colorful,
white is an attack.
Black has print for miles...
And grey clouds the middle center-
the place's where people go to feel connected,
purple symbolizes royalty-
which has been around for century's,
orange is the new born yelling at its yellow-
begging for it to become more mellow,
brown is in town like a clown,
it is every animal that has ever been wild,
it is the angle at which people smile,
but it never beguiles,
it just stays for a while
and moves along by the mile,
from town to town,
observing rank and file.
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