Marbles

Green blue maybe marble? The pancakes can't thrive inside. Fly to my might not sight and kill to those who don't like the thrill.  Just seeing half of what is there isn't blue or green. If you see it would be with your eyes not a gun. People like or love gum, not guns. A child is gone for some damn reason of sight. But it was more. Our society will never change. not with the lies. Not when we don't even LOOK, really look at the people around us.

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