《Nailed It》When was it
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When was it,
That the color washed away?
That the vivid blue sky turned a matted gray?
That the brown soil turned black?
That the bright yellow sun turned white
And all the other whites lost their light?
When was it,
That the clearness blurred?
That the blades of grass merged?
That the separate lines converged?
That the shapes vanished
And all the patterns coalesced?
When was it
That the multiple became uniform?
That the variety became the norm?
That the fun became the bland?
That the dreams became the reality
And every idea grew to contain no creativity?
When was it?
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