and as such it sits there somewhere in between
not as established as Green nor as flighty as Yellow
he's a warmer, inviting and harbinger fellow
he's new grass in a meadow in earliest May
and the color of some golfer's pants when they play
she's warm spring days and not as cool nights
and the underneath leaves that evening sun lights
she's the light color on the light side of a lime
and hats at a wedding at least some of the time
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