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Picture


Many traveled afar and near,

to see such a picture they claimed you shouldfear.

The painting was unique and not like the others.

When men would stand before, they would see different colors!

The fortune was told that those who could see 

two colors alike were just meant to be.

So I traveled up mountains and roads,

to see what this painting had to uphold.

 

I went up to the picture that hung on a wall.

I only saw blue.

Not another color at all.

Many more walked up and they claimed they had seen,

Orange! Red! and even some green.

 

But non had seen blue.

So i hung my head low.

And turned to leave and head back home.

 

But the last person walked up and that person was you..

You looked at the pictue then smiled and said

"I see blue too."

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