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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