I love my cat the orangest.Like the tips of lava bursting out of a mighty volcano or a tiny crayon in a package. And the big hot burning sun. Or a jucy orange on a counter.
I love my dad the greenest, like the feathers on a majestic peacock as it sips warm
Nector from a beautiful flower.or the slick smooth moss in the floor of a jungle like a
Carpet out side. Or the glistening bright lights on Christmas Eve. And the soft cuddle grass in the hot summer
The end
By David Duncan
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