Pumpkin this,
Pumpkin that,
Pumpkin on the ground went,
SPLAT!
Okay, so the color orange doesn't bring back sweet memories. It was never a popular color when I was a kid. And in the 70's when people laid it in shag on their floors, I was mystified because I had hair that resembled the color orange and people had always treated me weird, like I wore a perennial Halloween costume.
Of course, I loved dress up and costumes and drama. But the way I was treated at times confused me, because of what I knew to be true about my inner self. "If they could only see!" I would cry on my knees at night. Somehow, I survived the taunts and teases taking the whole experience to mean that I was unique and had a special job to do on this planet.
Pumpkins here,
Pumpkins there,
Pumpkins know that life's not
FAIR.
No matter how a pumpkin is carved, it still is a pumpkin that grew from a seed, on a vine, was picked and purchased and then reborn.
Just like me.
Pumpkins seeds
Pumpkins needs
Pumpkins teach life's made of
DEEDS!
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