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Mom I am orange, you are red, dad is yellow, I am made up of both of you, but yet and still orange is neither you or him,,,,,its me,, i wish you could accept this because until you do....I'll stay blue!
Colors
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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