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Blue
Molly, Age 8, Charlotte, NC

Blue is like no other.
Blue is not like another.
Blue is something you can feel.
Blue is when you're sad and tears rush out,
The sadness is revealed.
Blue is also the sky,
where the little white clouds take their seats.
Where baby birds learn to fly.
Blue is berries, bushes of them!
Blue is a gem.
Blue is the ocean rushing to the sand.
Blue is also helpful, going hand in hand.
Now this poem must go to an end,
But when you're lonely, blue is a friend.

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