I always like crayons
Best
And paper
WIth lines
And red splotches
That never follow them
And scribbles
And sisters
Who steal all the glory
And the sharp crayons too,
And coloring right
Down to the stump,
And filling the coloring book
Without finishing a page,
And giving them red eyes
And purple skin,
And in kindergarten
When you had the most
Crayons.
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