I see reds and greens, pink roses too
I see them roam for me and you
And I think to myself what a colorful horde
I see them in blue lighter or bright
They campaign each day, roving at night
And I think to myself what a colorful horde
The colors that they show so pretty in our eyes
They go to lots of places they sometimes make you cry
I see them waving hands gesture they overdo
If we don’t like them, we say,” screw you!”
I see others crying it’s done for show
The real score, that we do not know
And I think to myself what a questionable horde
Yes, I think to myself what a questionable horde
RMP
3-10-22
Winnipeg MB Canada
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