As a little girl, nothing was as delightful as a
brand new box of crayons.
Remember the smell?
They were perfect each one.
It always took me forever to start.
Each one had a distinct personality
that would spin me off in it's own
I always thought
a perfect job for me would be the
official name picker-outer.
As I would sometimes be disappointed by the names
they were given.
Red. Orange. Flesh.
Red really wanted to be Veronica.
Pink really wanted to be Betty.
Flesh was just thrown out.
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In the end it didn't matter what they were called.
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All that really mattered was
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what you did with them.