There is green,
There is none, it may seem,
But in all reality,
Nothing is green.
Its your choice,
Think what you may,
But green has no voice,
Because it has nothing to say.
Most think they are familiar with it,
But they don't understand,
The truly voiceless,
The really faceless,
Know what is green,
There is none,
Or so it seems,
But there is green.
Hey, this poems for all those who are really, honestly, truly green.
-Ham

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Expressions of a poor man
PuisiMy poems of love, hate, despair, happiness, imagination, and other.