Green
Green, greed.
Four is greater than three worked for,
Trade away morals for more.
Green, go.
Fastened and fast,
But sooner lessened and last.
Green, grow.
But few feel more few than fields,
Destroyers undo green’s shields.
Green, good.
Versus before there were even verses,
Conflict quicker than curses.
Green greys,
Unseen.
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