It amazes me,
How colorful are language is.
When we’re angry we see red,
But when sad we are as blue as the sea.

The green eyed monster is what we become,
When we want something that isn’t ours.
And when we’re happy we’re tickled pink,
This happens most when I’m with my chums.

Our language is full of many colors,
All adding to the tapestry.
I’m not sure but just maybe,
That is it’s allure.

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