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In the night, The stars are shining. Lightning bugs are glowing, All shades of yellow. In the morning, As soon as dawn breaks, There will be floods of yellow. In mid-day, Yellow calls my name. In thunderstorms, There are still splashes, of yellow. The world is my coloring book, But there is one crayon, Yellow.
Yellow
A poem I made in 2007.
Copywright Julie Bulson/sharpie.
Inspired by: Carl Sandburg
