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The Truth About Crayons . . . With broken, worn out crayons you have colored my picture, giving me an unraveled look, wild eyes and no smile. You didn't mean to be unkind; you just saw me from a different view. Yet, having only drab colors within your box your pictures can't help but turn out sad and forlorn. I do not have ragged hair of gray, eyes and lips scratched over in brown and black. I hand you this new box of all the basic colors, as a gift from me to you. You may mix these to create every hue and tone that ever existed. Now. . . . Take a deep, close look . . . at who I really am. See my starlit hair, raspberry lips, peach colored skin, violet-blue eyes, shaded by lashes rich as chocolate. Do you recognize me now . . .? Your enlightenment; Your hope; Your joy; Your compassion; Your understanding; Your true desire; With what I have given you, go . . . color the whole world, knowing these pictures will be true to life, as well as true in spirit. © 1:18 AM 4/30/2000 Donna Friedrichs ~¿ô |
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