Well, here is death shining our pretty faces
on the purple piece of cotton,
However, death doesn't occur until purple
fades to blue.
Seeing a life that death has taken
is satin and calico to me.
Now the green wool is scratching the
reality of truth and faking the
bombs that explode the hopes
of sunken conch shells.
Turnips and beets are red
like the night of day that
shocks the cream-colored cowboys
into a spastic lima bean.
Power to the vegetables and
then eat them up--Yummy!
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