melissaahowells
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RED
Red is the moodiest color.
Red is the color of life.
Red could never be the dullard.
Red erupts on face's as strife.
Red lathers the skies often at sunset.
Red paints my lips and his neckline.
Red is the promise between two hearts yet unmet.
Stay out of the red ,you'll reign financially fine.
Red makes its statement boldly and plain.
Be red and you will never be quite the same.
Red is the moodiest color.
Red is the the hue of morning's first light
When the weatherman forecasts rain.
Red,it's been said, makes the bull want to fight?
Red's the color of his pain?
Red marks can feel deprecating,
Red bubbles in wine can be quite intoxicating.
Red is the sacred and profound.
Red is the best in each and every heart that can be found.
Red is the blush, the rush after the kissing sound.
Red is the moodiest color.
Red earth, red woods and Red Nation,
Red is their nature, all cause for celebration.
Red is the Mother and the wise Anastazi,
Red stains the hands of our bold papparazzi.
Red is our conscience when we must ask the word why?
Red is annihilation and all genocide.
Red rockets have burst forth and bloomed in the skies
Red mottles the earth with bloody men's cries.
Red poppies remember dead old and young men.
Red colored memories as we see them again.
Red is the moodiest color.
Red is what we see when words hurt the most.
Red is the sear of fingers burnt like toast.
Red is conjugal with both death and creativity.
But red shouldn't be the carress of cruelty.
Red is the something we all must touch.
Red is the color that pleases so much.
Red lights are enticements, the promising flush.
Red is arousal, the rapture, the rush.
Red is the whisper, quiet thumping hearts--hush.
Red is the parting of opened lips.
Red is the dark honey between fleshy hips.
Gypsy red is the color as she strips.
Red vulpine teeth love to gnash sample and sip.
Red Wallstreet ties are really disguises
Little Red Riding Hood got her share of surprises.
Red, my favorite color,like a familiar song.
Red, is the blush of happiness as we sing along.
Red is the moodiest color.
Meloo/Melissa A. Howells Copyright 2002
Red is the color of life.
Red could never be the dullard.
Red erupts on face's as strife.
Red lathers the skies often at sunset.
Red paints my lips and his neckline.
Red is the promise between two hearts yet unmet.
Stay out of the red ,you'll reign financially fine.
Red makes its statement boldly and plain.
Be red and you will never be quite the same.
Red is the moodiest color.
Red is the the hue of morning's first light
When the weatherman forecasts rain.
Red,it's been said, makes the bull want to fight?
Red's the color of his pain?
Red marks can feel deprecating,
Red bubbles in wine can be quite intoxicating.
Red is the sacred and profound.
Red is the best in each and every heart that can be found.
Red is the blush, the rush after the kissing sound.
Red is the moodiest color.
Red earth, red woods and Red Nation,
Red is their nature, all cause for celebration.
Red is the Mother and the wise Anastazi,
Red stains the hands of our bold papparazzi.
Red is our conscience when we must ask the word why?
Red is annihilation and all genocide.
Red rockets have burst forth and bloomed in the skies
Red mottles the earth with bloody men's cries.
Red poppies remember dead old and young men.
Red colored memories as we see them again.
Red is the moodiest color.
Red is what we see when words hurt the most.
Red is the sear of fingers burnt like toast.
Red is conjugal with both death and creativity.
But red shouldn't be the carress of cruelty.
Red is the something we all must touch.
Red is the color that pleases so much.
Red lights are enticements, the promising flush.
Red is arousal, the rapture, the rush.
Red is the whisper, quiet thumping hearts--hush.
Red is the parting of opened lips.
Red is the dark honey between fleshy hips.
Gypsy red is the color as she strips.
Red vulpine teeth love to gnash sample and sip.
Red Wallstreet ties are really disguises
Little Red Riding Hood got her share of surprises.
Red, my favorite color,like a familiar song.
Red, is the blush of happiness as we sing along.
Red is the moodiest color.
Meloo/Melissa A. Howells Copyright 2002