Monday, March 1, 2010

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March on!
Let's pretend we're in a parade.
Mine has monkeys and those bongo drum dudes. There's a huge swan float with sparkles dancing the aerial waves and leaving kisses all around. There are dancer, too. Ones that flip and spin and twirl and wear colours of every shade of the rainbow. In fact, their dance is choreographed to look like one.
The reds are so rich you can feel the heat from their fire. Orange is all ablaze. The vibrancy of the yellows are, in a word, spectacular. The greens are varied and remind you of lost places in a forgotten jungle. Blues take you out on the deep wide ocean. Indigos such that you've never seen. Finally, and certainly not to be forgotten, the violets whisper by.
Thanks for visiting...

That's my bizarre spin on the whole in like a lion, out like a lamb about March. What's yours?

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