Red Is My Color
The color of my hair,
is reddish blonde,
some people say,
blonds have more fun.
I wouldn't know,
for this is not me,
the red is to obvious,
like my rosy red cheeks.
Everything I wear,
has red somewhere,
maybe the buttons,
or a ribbon placed with care.
I love the sunsets,
with their reddish glow,
I blend right in,
from head to toe.
The flower of my choice,
I guess you know by now,
yes, the red, red roses,
when spring comes around.
When I die,
and I rest in peace,
my silky red pajamas,
will cover me.
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