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[sid] => 2417
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Chromos
[time] => 2002-08-17 18:53:07
[hometext] => A concept poem about a mother and her newborn child.
[bodytext] => White is the child
the day he is born. Yellow’s the sun that shines every morn. Blue is the ocean, the sky and the world. Green is the tree-tops, with flowers unfurled. Purple’s the blood that flows through his veins. Orange, his mother, he loves all the same. Red is the anger which he doesn’t know. Brown is the soil. Grey is the snow. Pink is a problem that’s on the outside. Black is just Pink when it wants to hide. White sees the Yellow, up high in the Blue, for the first time ever, not sure what to do, so He looks at Orange and giggles with glee and Orange looks back and then points to Green. And sanguine is Purple with Blue as his fellow, and Grey and Brown dance right there under Yellow. But when Brown leaves, Grey turns to Blue, and then feels Red from what Yellow can do. And far too much Blue makes Orange turn Red ‘cuz Purple is purple, and White now is dead. White fell on Brown and hit his poor head, and Purple and Brown and Green met with Black, and Orange is screaming “Give my White back.” And Yellow is there with Blue and with Green, But as for that Pink, He’s never been seen. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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