When you think of pin wheels,
The color schemes that radiate in such brillance,
Don't be afraid to mix the colors,
Create your own color, mess your clothes up,
Your hair, your fingers.
Don't be afraid to make mistakes along the way,
Blue, green, yellow, Red. They make so many colors. So plain.
Sitting there untouched,
Mix a little bit of that silly blue as it has many shades
with a little bit of that sunny side up yellow,
Scribble your brush as you can always rinse it out and start a new
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