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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=544074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Wonderful Painting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Wonderful Painting<br>by Alex Lewis</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember before my mother's art<br>When I was but an egg.<br>The painting took color in every part.<br>One shade is but a leg.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lavish blues spread across the page like a waving, smiling sea.<br>The canvas was plain and bare, except the blues, happily set free.<br>With the blue, I went to play as childish as I may.<br>The one clam and I sat with ourselves on the whaling bay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is me, like a leaf, on my first day at green.<br>So, all the others spoke; I found that none were mean.<br>There were dark greens, light ones, and one stuck in the middle.<br>After math, my friend and I learnt to play the fiddle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friend and I continued to play our little tune.<br>We soon fell in pink to which neither one was immune.<br>Our pink grew and grew as each day had passed.<br>Green had ended blue; only pink would last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We took our pink and ran right through to angry, waiting brown.<br>Brown was angry for making him wait with a black-white frown.<br>We explained that blue made us wait for an azure set of eighteen.<br>He forgave us. My friend, brown, pink, and I live for only one team.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We decided to get the canvas and add a dash of white.<br>Pink was overwhelmed as white carried on through the love-filled night.<br>We can add white to family before blue decides to return again.<br>Red will also join the painting party-Another eighteen before men! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It took a lot of work to make my dear reds come.<br>I enjoyed the work, but my reds were way more fun.<br>One red stayed with us, but the other ran away rather young.<br>Maybe brown kidnapped him early, but strange words travel by tongue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We turned grey as brown dimmed down, but we swear we've never seen pink more bright! <br>Brown had completely gone, like both of our reds, but pink still made things light.<br>I then feared and cried as my pink's grey burned out like a setting sun.<br>My grey began to fade too, but I was ready. My life was done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mother handed me the canvas and the frame, <br>But I had to add all the colors (none I showed for shame) .<br>Blue, green, pink, brown, red, grey-my portrait is made of those colors, <br>But I am just one piece in a gallery, and all of you are the others.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alex+Lewis">Alex Lewis</a><div class=q>
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by Alex Lewis

I remember before my mother's art
When I was but an egg.
The painting took color in every part.
One shade is but a leg.

The lavish blues spread across the page like a waving, smiling sea.
The canvas was plain a..."></div>
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