Try and infer. Can you guess what what colour I'm writing about is? Write a comment if you think you do and I'll try and reply.
My colour poem
Orange is the colour of Dad's feet when there swollen,
Orange is the colour of an Autumn leaf as soon as it gets stolen,
Orange is a flame burning up the ground,
Orange is an orange that's perfectly round,
Orange is like a traffic light telling you to slow down,
Orange is a sunset just waiting to be found.
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