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Red Be Red.


 Red he cried.

I be the best,

The best at the  Kiss,

that Orange supplies.

 

I, like an Oak tree,

swing leaves

in the breeze.

I be.

Yes,that's me.

 

Morph,

Morph,

Morph,

Morphonize,I be,

time after time,actually.

 

Ne-ever be afraid of me.

Ne-ever be scared.

For I am Red.

Red As Red,

Can I,

Red As Red,

Be.

 

(c)2/10/2021.Wired6.

 

 

 

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