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Poetry Corner: Crayons - Cosmic Whispers
Smell of waxstrikes nostrils first,before eyes even registerpointed color. Red hogs the eye,fills all the pupil space:Pay attention!Fill me with lipstick kisses! Then yellow, shining cheery,tries to wither the green.Could put my hands in the greengrass wrapped around my toes. Can you tell orange’s not a fav?Skipped it in the rainbow, I did.Never been sure …