Treasure Island

Shania K. Younce

(4-18-1996 / I can´t remember.)

Coloring


When you correct in depth you use rouge!
When you ride a cloud it will be blanc!
The horeses eye is marron!
'Run, run, 'said the loon!
'Why, 'asked the boy!
'Because, the grass is vert, ' said the loon!
The light shones with the color of jaune!
The ceiling was painted brun!
The sky is always gris!

Submitted: Thursday, October 18, 2012
Edited: Monday, December 17, 2012
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I used some words in french. I'll tell you what they mean. Rouge = red. Blanc = white. Marron = eye color of brown. Vert = green. Jaune = yellow. Brun = brown. Gris = grey. Please comment at will and with honesty.

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