May 24, 2012
By Tangry BRONZE, Greenville, South Carolina
Tangry BRONZE, Greenville, South Carolina
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Colors come and colors go
and into different ones they grow
they mix until they are made
into many different shades

But what do they mean
all these different shades of green
it could be envy, maybe not
maybe greed, or so I thought

But life is hard, and life is cruel
and life has played me as it's fool
For all these color's could be mine
If only I weren't colorblind.

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