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I think blue is my favorite color right now.
Becky watched the swirling, shifting colours on her arm as they changed from pink to red to violet to green to blue and back again, and then she reached forward and gently removed both of her forearms, her left leg, her right ear and half of her tail and placed them all in the top her reverberating skull.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet are all colours of the rainbow, but ducks, dinosaurs, cheese-sticks, rayguns, alfoil hats, spaceships, books, saffron and mangoes are not.
Tim loved the way his blue velvet underwear crushed softly against his manhood as that wonderful tingling sensation radiating out from his naughty place making the autumn colors of the outdoors and the cool, fall breeze seem more visceral then before…Tim finaly knew what it meant to feel totally alive.
The fluffy white clouds and the beautiful blue sky mocked the working man.
Nothing brings you back down from the enlightened skies like the call of the little green frog.
“For the locks may bleach, and the cheeks of peach May be reft of their golden hue; But mine own sweetheart, I shall love you still, Just as long as your eyes are blue.”
Blue and yellow make green.
As juice dribbled from his chin, Little Bear smiled, thinking about how he loved the blues that surrounded him—blueberries, blue skies, and the flight and song of the bluebirds.
The crowds of reds were raging, and they were surrounded by the swaying oranges and boisterous yellows, who were in turn circled by rounds of graciously stepping greens and waves of undulating blues and, there, all alone, following the luscious layers of indigoes and almost violent moves of the violets, the girl danced.
It’s a little-known fact that the world’s default color is blue.
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