The Missing color
Autumn gathers art supplies she chooses colors carefully
Yellow, gold, red, and brown then black and white for trunks of trees
She starts to draw a meadow to sketch a perfect scene
and when she lifts her brush to paint, she sighs ...
"Oh My!"
I have no green.
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