Orange in the living room,
a pillow for me to prop.
One with greenish stitching,
upon its crewel top.
Orange in the living room,
it with goes with gentle green.
Not according to my Mom,
who questioned what she'd seen.
Orange in the living room,
it tells a chipper tale.
Its spark of warmth and cheeriness,
through winter will not fail.
original poem by L. Butler
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