Ode To the Color of the World
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Complete, First published May 22, 2016
This Ode is about color, the natural world, and the light of the World.

Hey, guys! I wrote an Ode for school, and I want to know what you all think of it! I might post more of my many short stories and poetry, but for now, lets see how this one goes...



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