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Friday, 28 March 2014

My colour poem

Red is anger.
Red is the taste of juicy apple juice dripping down my chin.
Red is the feeling of me being grumpy after a bad day.   
Red is the sound of a fire engine
zooming past.
Red is the smell of sweet chilli on my  wedges.
Red is the sight of rose petals falling off a bush.

Red is furious.

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