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I am the bleak colour of winter
I am a blank canvas waiting for words or pictures
I am the dress to say ‘I do’ in
I am the toothy grin of a game show host
I am the fluffy clouds on a summer’s day
I am the American presidential house
I am . . .

I am the sun with a smiley face, crudely drawn on a child’s picture.
I am the deep warm colour of butter, oozing gently on your toast.
I am your sandcastle, doomed to a watery grave.
I am the buttercup, whose petals gently drift to the ground as you dream of the one to come . . . he loves me, he loves me not.
I am the daffodil that heralds the coming of spring.
I am the singing canary in a mine
I am . . .

I am the citrus fruit that does not rhyme
I am the middle child between stop and go
I am the afterglow of a sunset
I am the colour of Garfield
I am Autumn foliage
I am half the stripes in Nemo
I am . . .

I am the little piggy that went to market
I am Barbie
I am the panther solving your crimes
I am the colour of little girls
I am the ribbon that represents breast cancer research
I am the cherry blossoms that China and Japan love so much
I am . . .

I am the blood running through your veins
I am the God of War
I am the carpet that celebrities love to walk upon
I am the fiery mist of anger and rage
I am the apple that passed Sleeping Beauty’s lips
I am the colour of Valentine
I am . . .

I am spring’s promise of a new year
I am the monster of jealousy
I am the Rainbow Warriors who fight for the environment
I am the colour of Kermit
I am the Emerald Isle of Leprechaun and Blarney Stone fame
I am the colour of money
I am . . .

I am deep water and shallow pool
I am the sky flying away to the horizon
I am the newly opened eyes of a kitten
I am the US Navy’s precision flyers
I am the colour of choice when you’re feeling down
I am the nickname of Frank Sinatra
I am . . .

I am the Royal colour
I am Elizabeth Taylor’s eyes
I am the gloaming before the dark of night
I am the colour of Prince’s rain
I am Scotland’s flowering emblem
I am the medal given to the bravest of soldiers
I am . . .

I am the rough bark beneath your palm
I am the colour of chocolate
I am the rich soil that brings forth life
I am the dappled hide that hides the deer
I am the Godfather of Soul
I am the well worn stairs in an ancient house
I am . . .

I am the shark gliding through your oceans
I am the stone face that gazes out to sea
I am the leathery hide of a great elephant
I am the ashen pallor of death
I am the ghostly lady on the stairs.
I am the colour of bug-eyed aliens
I am . . .

I am the abyss we dare not look into
I am the plague that bought so much death
I am a night so dark we cannot see our hand in front of our faces
I am the cosmic holes that not even light can escape from
I am Darth Vader’s sinister suit
I am the downed helicopter in Somalia
I am . . .


I am the blood running through your veins
I am the citrus fruit that does not rhyme
I am the sun with a smiley face, crudely drawn on a child’s picture.
I am spring’s promise of a new year
I am deep water and shallow pool
I am the colour of choice for royalty

I am the promise of rain’s end
I am a rainbow!