Ok. I noe this is not me but come on wat was I supposed 2 do? So here I go. My poem.
In a world of red and black
anything else is unknown
full of gloom and dread
that i just hung my head
Then it came 2 me
a miricle
something nice
or good
or something like that
but it was beautiful
it was i think
well i heard
it was a 'blue'
it could have been something else
but i didn't listen
all i know is that it was pretty.
End of part 1.
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