Little Red Riding Hood

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The Red I see is gangs like if you look deep into the sun
The Red I hear is a fire truck rushing to the scene like a job that’s already done
The Red I taste is like strawberries dipped in whipped cream
The Red I smells like raw meat and that is awfully mean





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