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one day
when i was in a green mood
i sat myself down to write a green poem
with lots of green things in it
grasshoppers
the evergreen tree
just outside my bedroom window
grass covered baseball fields
i thought it was a pretty little poem
so i showed it to her
and she asked why i was so envious...
my mood became red
and i sat myself down to write a red poem
pouring red things into it
long stemmed roses in bloom
a tall glass of cherry kool-aid
my cousin's '68 camaro
i thought it was a pretty little poem
so i showed it to her
and she asked what i was so angry about...
then
my thoughts became black
and i sat myself down again
and tried to write a black poem
thinking for a while
but couldn't think of anything to write about
just a blank piece of paper
with the word
'black'
at the top of the page
just as i was about to crumple it
and toss it into the trash can against the wall
she peeked over my shoulder
and said
"what a pretty little poem.."
