The Colors of Many: A Collection of Poems

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I wanna get my money back sometime, I wanna the dance a jig sometime, I wanna be a teacher sometime, If you are up for an challenge sometime, Smack jack sometime, I wanna eat potpies sometime, Maybe we can go out sometime, I can smack jack sometime, I want to flap around sometime

My cup of water filled of pure imagination being golden as I claim to visit another world beyond with a shape that never changes since

Heroes from big and small, young and old with some have capes and others don't of having to be worth it on counting that you'll always be my hero no matter what you do and rising up to any challenge

When the man from nowhere walks with a hat, a black suit and a cane that came though in a dark and stormy night and he giveth whatever it took to be a shadowly figure while against the ones who set out to crush him like a sour grape, so they can turn the man in a bottle of sweet wine and as the battle started, he was up against the monsters that was planning to destroy him, he took out a piece of paper, drawn something for them right before they charged with their axes, swords, pitchforks, cannons, knives, dynamite, the whole nine yards as he jumped into the air, flown and the monsters that was circling for him all missed and their weapons destroyed one of another and got turned into thy sweet premium wine as he came down and tore them into millions of pieces and even using their own body parts against their own.

My dream of so many things that ring into a series of successes and failures of being not being a hero for anyone, I don't feel like a hero and an icon to many and some are afraid of me, I walk into the valley of an forest that leaves a soul all sadden and miserable to leap off the tallest bubble to be trapped in it for a long time and being blue from within the deep end while being invisible to others 

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