Every red state
Has pockets
Of blue
And Every blue state
Bleeds
A little bit
Of red
The secret
Of a skilled artist
is to blend colors
Paint harmony
In this canvas
We call
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I choose waterYou drink wineAnd, honestly, that’s just fine. You wear redI wear blueIt’s what we do. I play classicsYou play popOur joint rhythms never stop. You watch travel showsI read novelsBoth exploring worlds of marvel. I paint landscapesYou sculpt bustsArt’s expressions earn our trust. I vote leftYou lean rightYet we hardly ever fight. You…
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Stones thrownto shun, to shamethe sinner,speckled red,bridging the baybetween deathand rebirth.
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Oh, I play play the music.How? With my wordsin the way. You.You hear my heart.When?When I singthrough the day. We. We were bouncing,bouncing offmy car.Off my car bumper,we were bouncingthe night away. If it’s gonna be me,gonna be you,us dancing.I’ll take it.All.I’ll take it all. Like a Bible School Dance,in the daysbefore the fall,I’ll take it…
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A pocket camera snapped my heart’s delight,
Light captured time on rolls of film.
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