Orange


The sun when it sets,
creating a cool and peaceful air,
A cat named Garfield,
choking on a ball of hair,
The color of a basketball,
is relaxing and all so smooth,
The crunching of a cheeto,
not only fulfills you but it soothes.
The color orange is full of flavor,
something to relish, and to savor.

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