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The Number 7


An odd number, the number 7 the age we all turn after 6 one short and simple year a time filled with colorful memories the number 7 is orange like the orange peel over my teeth I looked around with a goofy little smile and all my friends giggled and tried it the number 7 is blue like the sky I loved to stare at day dreaming of the future hoping i'd find my prince charming the number 7 is pinnk like my pink fringe dance costume up there on the stage doing the one thing i loved most the number 7 is a rainbow are arc made throughout your life a cluster of colors any color your heart remembers
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