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The Color Purple
by Owen

I often wear a purple shirt
Beneath my purple sweater
My socks and smocks are purple,too,
As is my Irish Setter

MY BVDs are purple silk
I write in purple prose
My purple cow gives purple milk
My cat eats purple crows

I sometimes ride my purple bike
When lost in purple moods
The purple passions that I sip
Wash down my purple foods

The day I learned that purple glows
Could make me feel ecstatic
My sister'd sent some purple clothes
She's found in someone's attic

I found that purple highs were deep
And purple lows were funky
Alas, alack, dear sister, weep
I'm now a purple junkie!