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Green

She turned green, but why?

The other she saw

Held more grace, Less flaw

Better grades, Not D’s

Sun-kissed skin, Not pale as a doll.

But why should she want to be her?

Her hand turned green as she saw the boy,

He liked the other girl,

The more she stared the greener she became!

Soon she’ll see the other girl,

The other as she is

Vain, without a care.

Why should she want to be her?

Her, shallow beyond campare.

She looks at me with jealousy,

I see it in her eyes!

On she stares, unaware as she does so

Greener she shines.

Why should she want to be me?



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