She Is Grayscale
She is grayscale my students said.
They are used to people being in living color.
She is vintage, I explained. We were all grayscale back then.
In the covered wagon days?
No. In the thirties, forties, fifties and part of the sixties.
You are kidding!
Sh!
I was watching the young beauty.
Her dance moves flowed like molted lava
Her harem pants were chic and fashionable.
She was graceful like a flamingo.
Why is she gray? Stewart asked.
Stewart never listens in class.
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