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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