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Sunday, July 02, 2006

"red"

Red is the wine to pour into my glass.
Red are my finances, should you dare ask.
Red is the shirt I wear for victory.
Red is my face if you be harsh with me.

Red is the Chinese colour for a house.
Red is my cheek; lasting kiss from my spouse.
Red is the sun as it lays itself down.
Red is the night's fun; we shall paint the town!

Red are our bloodshot eyes we open next day.
Red-hot, my brow, angry words I say.
Red is the clay earth I see on the ground.
Red is your thong hidden under your gown.

Although anything else may well be true,
in comparison to these all seems blue
.

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