gabby

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shes a green color
but not the color of the yucky stuff
the green that you see in the forest
but also the hues of oranges that
replace the green
shes like the burning firewood
and shes very calm
and a very deep blue
like a navy
and then the slight maroon
and august feeling about her
shes the letter q
because everyone forgets her but
shes always there in the end
shes new york city on a busy day
and crab cakes in georgia

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