Why Pink?

MY DEAR===LAST WORD OF 12 TH LONE SALMON CONSUMED WOULD PERHAPS MORE SENSE THAT—EXUMED—THE PROCESS OF BRINGING DEAD POEOPLE UP FROM THE GRAVE FOR FURTHER EXAMINED! BUT SLACKS GREEN CHECK ARE OUTTANDING1 THE T-SHIRT SAYS….SOB’T SWEAT MY SWAG???? 😀

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Pink is the colour of my lipstick. That brightens my face all so quick. Pink is the colour of my clothes. The ones I wear in peaceful meadows. Pink is the colour of the ink. I freely open my mind and think. Pink is the colour of my femininity. That nobody can snatch and take from me. Pink is the colour of fun. That cannot be destroyed by a gun. Pink is the colour of salmon. Good for the heart when examined. Pink is the colour of my nails. When I'm typing out these details. Pink is the colour of my shoes. The ones I always pick and choose. Pink is the colour of the apron. The one I use in my kitchen. Pink is the the colour of my lingerie. The ones that only my soul can see. Pink is the colour I become. When I smile and blush…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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