May 7, 2004
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Ok, in the tradition of my illustrious Xanhga coach, it's GAME Time!
Here's the deal: Make a sentence with every third word being a color, such as:
You’re very yellow exclaimed the red faced competitor, green envious and black faced after white lightning flashed scarlet glimpses of purple rage.
I'm sure you can do better. It's Friday afternoon and my brain is runnin' for the barn.
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My prettiest red roses eclipse yellow ones, also white, in beauty; black being worst -- orange you glad amber waves of gray nightstalks make brown shadows on green grass, while violet hues brighten blue mourners?
"There was black paint on grey wood," the black man said, red lines crossing white corneas, as black kids flew pink kites up green grass where yellow daffodils in blue pots, had red roses climbing black wood, like crimson cherries for blue birds and brown birds with orange breasts to eat.
Oh.. damn. that was too hard.
I love blue velvet velour on white satin sheets, golden sun rays piercing cerulean waves of white topped wonder, yellow flickas soaring over amber grain waves, black birds in green reeds, fir green trees waving in grey fogged mountains and brown branches bending.
Miriam thrust reddened hands into blue toilet bowl, chartreuse truck retreiving, brighteyed child relieving, grey-faced angry.
[lordy. that WAS hard.
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I sat, blue, about how yellow this great red man appeared, green with envy, white streaks tracing red-faced me.
SHEESH! that WAS tough!
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