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Palette of pastels
for Gary Your sunshine dawns a shy-like doe and the cityscape becomes a fawn, softening to your calming touch as grey becomes a pussywillow fog, white, an ancient ivory tusk, black, your young son's charcoal drawing of a frog. These days your wintry smile reflects off snirt that glistens fresh from toppings of vanilla snow and come the summer shakes off dirt from listening leaves with each guffaw. I call to banish colors that you don't allow upon your sunny palette of pastels: flesh-bruised purple and guilt-stained black, the midnight blues of Hell. Kåre Enga [164.36] 14 April 2007 Inspired by susanL the secrets I keep– Deep purple, dark blue, midnight black... Swirling, intense colors underneath such pretty Pastels-
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