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Sunday, December 4, 2011

Just A Box Of Crayons ...

While walking in a toy store
The day before today
I overheard a Box of Crayons
With many things to say

I don’t like Red” said Yellow
And Green said, “ Nor do I!”
And no one here likes Orange
But no one knows quite why

“We are a Box of Crayons
That really doesn’t get along.”
Said Blue to all the others
“Something here is wrong!”

Well, I bought that Box of Crayons
And took it home with me
And laid out all the crayons
So the crayons could all see

They watched me as I colored
With Red and Blue and Green
And Black and White and Orange
And every color in between

They watched as Green became the grass
And Blue became the sky
The Yellow sun was shining bright
On White clouds drifting by

Colors changing as they touched
Becoming something new
They watched me as I colored
They watched till I was through

And when I’d finally finished
I began to walk away
And as I did the Box of Crayons
Had something more to say

“I do like Red” said the Yellow
And Green said, “So do I!”
And Blue you are terrific!
So high up in the sky.”

“We are a Box of Crayons
Each of us unique
But when we get together
The picture is complete”

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