Grapellish mountains way up in the sky
surrounding these tint-shadowed towns,
marmalade-cheese colored steps merely try
raising all up above cry-stained sounds.
The sob-colored bay leaks each lie that dissolves
every fence that this party has made
out of government rules, which quickly involves
auditions for the All Fools Parade!
It's tin-silent free to enter by choice
should the government ask you, be there;
color all thoughts with the hues of your voice
but, they'll take both your eyes if you stare!
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colour all thoughts with the hues of your voice
So beautiful
in a tortured poem
Thanx, sir french....
...l appreciate that.
Really,
doc.