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

Saturday, July 14, 2012

They say the door is painted white

I saw the front door in the foyer of the soul of America
It was beautiful and painted in silver.
The silver was blue and the blue was red
But the red was green and the green was orange too

So when it comes to me and you
What do you say
Is it bright silver in the US of A?

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