Friday, April 8, 2016

The Zebra

Black or white? Good or bad?
How do I know if I’m happy or sad?
How can I tell, with the way that I’m clad?

When I want to be my evil twin,
I hide in shadows with a grin.
I really shouldn’t have let him in.

But later on when I want to be white,
then I stand in the Light.
There—just right.

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