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He said they were hazel…
But I don’t believe what I see
I think they were green
Like the meadow bathe in morning dew
He said they were hazel…
But there were times
I think they were blue
Like the cloudless sky at early morning dawn
He said they were hazel
But now I get a bit confused
I think they’re neither green nor blue
Like the meadow or the sky at morning brew
He said they were hazel
But, what the heck!
I think I don’t care what color they are
As long as I see them when I wake up every morning of my life
(NOTE: This is the first poem I wrote for my Sweetest. I wrote this on October 13, 2006)
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