(September 21, 2012 at 10:59 am)LastPoet Wrote: Well, we are kind of dull colours. Imagine the fuss about, if there were purple, green and blue ones
There are.
You bleached people either make us crazy (purple), sick (green), or dead (blue).
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day