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Opposites Kids
He is like red fire
I am like blue ice
Hopeless is desire
Opposites we fight
We create gray steam
As if love is a dream
Merging as if esteem
Creates king and queen
What of the future then
Aftermath of our blend
Saintly or of sun
Dainty or masculine
Perhaps our seed will grow
Flower like art of gold
Powered by heart and soul
With future colorful and bold
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Karen Jones
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