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Penny Payne's avatar

She was dealing with her treatment

Every week another lot

8 hours on a drip

Feeling pretty, she was not

She didn’t want attention

So no bright clothes for her

She’d rather not be noticed

It was just what she’d prefer

But she had a little secret

Underneath her drab jeans

Her silk and satin undies

Were bright oranges and greens

Then one time she arrived

Still in jeans and dull blues

But on her feet were just

The shiniest red shoes!

And as she began her recovery

She bought another wig

An attention catching red head

And she didn’t give a fig

The day to ring the bell arrived

The nurses all aghast

As she wore a turquoise outfit

Her true colours back at last

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Charlotte Rains Dixon, MFA's avatar

With you all the way when it comes to blue. I've had a similar experience when I look at my clothing and think, what's with all the blue?

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