An Answer To Mr. Williams

I've never needed a red wheelbarrow,
no mater how glazed with rain water,
and we only had one white chicken.

But now a blue sky,
all things great and small
depend on a bright blue sky.


P.S. Just trying to work that whole red, white and blue thing.

P.P.S. Oh, and the chicken, tasted like chicken, of course.




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