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Broken Crayons. . . . . With broken crayons you have colored my picture outside the lines, giving me an unraveled look, wild eyes and no smile. You didn't mean to be unkind; you just saw me from a limited view. Having only drab colors left in your box your pictures can't help but turn out sad and forlorn You need a brand new set, with all the colors, to create the truth of life. © 4-27-2000 Donna Friedrichs |
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