I dream in colour all the time
You know black and white is not fine
The colour tones are not technicolor
A bit washed out like old kodak chrome colour
And sometimes I don't remember much
Sometimes it's mumbo jumbo and such
The people in them are not always alive
But when it pans out that doesn't matter in the jive.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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