The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Monday, April 16, 2012

Why I stole the bright blue crayon

I was angry, I know
And so that was to be
That there be a mix
Of crayola and me

I opened the box
And before my eyes
Was a bright blue crayon
All blue and surprise

So take it I did
And closed the lid
Who would have thought
I did what I did

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