I was sitting in an old brown wheelbarrow
When a red caterpillar starting climbing up my leg
I shut my eyes and turned them to the blue of the sky
But I heard it call my name in a sweet lemon green tone
Its cry was so very irresistible
I let it climb my hand
But it faded into a smear of blood
And my yellow tears colored the remains orange
The color of the leaves burning into my gray skirt.
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