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Betrothed To Color

Mummy Calls it tincture

By Fred MusokePublished 4 years ago 1 min read
Betrothed To Color
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I wonder why Orange isn’t prime on the rainbow.

Next to the pinnacle, Pink should have taken the sixth spot. Indigo isn’t worth the stake.

Don’t you think there is bigotry in the milieu? It just doesn’t tie up.

I curse yellow for the misery and tyranny he’s caused my motherland.

Yet another gleam and my loaf ran back to the snow dupe.

Out of the blue, green is said to be nature when lawyerly natured in royal arms with the ability to heal hearts broken and tired of white lies.

As long as it isn’t musical, then it is noise and I have never believed the myths of “white noise”.I mean, tales of the sacred cow ain’t worth your time just as those of the white elephant are.

I just can’t express my feelings towards the redhead near Mr.Fitzgerald’s loom room. I would say she is hot but she isn’t a cup of tea yet it’s only Mr.Smith who can explain to you the ultimate meaning of “red-hot”.

Despite lavender being purple, purple is loyal, and loyal is violet since purple isn’t violent.

Are you still green about what am tryin’ to say?

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About the Creator

Fred Musoke

I want to give my writing a fragrance. I mean, that redolence which won’t only outlast my generation, but will also nudge the souls on Mars.

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