A friend of mine is a pencil
who stands in line at my word;
all my colours are willing
to join him because he’s hard.
This pencil’s friend is a crayon
who loiters near, wants to play,
and grabs, includes, a clicking pen
trying to roll away.
I call my pencils ‘colours’;
welcome them into the game;
my favourite gang is Blues, Blues,
all the same, the same.
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