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Colours


She was black,

And he was blue.

The other green,

And one red, too.

They spent each day,

Concerned what they had,

For it made black turn dark,

And blue turn sad.

Green became sick,

And red became mad,

All because they had a shade,

That society turned bad.

 

 

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