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This was written as a class exercise -  about a  COLOUR, so I decided to write a poem about WHITE and FUSCHIA PINK which I love.

Her name was Lily White
She looked anaemic and not too bright
By wearing clothes of black and grey
Drab and dead, one would always say

All through the day and into the night
When she stripped into her nightly white!
Her dreams were long, she couldn’t stop
Where she entered another world, of shop

She bought a dress of Fuchsia Pink
And began to live and did not blink
For that’s when she became alive
Her world was now her Paradise.

In the day, Lily White had no choice
For black and grey, her theme, her voice
Respect unto others, especially those dead
Who only knew, what passed through their head?

But Fuchsia Pink, she saved for her dreams
Where she lived a full life and was not seen.
Then one day, she decided it was time
To close her shop and live that dream divine

Lily White Funerals, was auctioned at last
Away with drab clothes, that’s now in the past
She would wear Fuchsia Pink, and live to the full
Her time was for living and that was NO BULL!

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