I’d like to put on that orange suit, the one that makes me
look like a Dreamsicle, and parade around downtown. But I haven’t found the
right shoes yet. But I will. I’ll walk
with a haughty stride, and people will notice me. Or maybe they will be too
busy rushing to their next meeting. Maybe it will be a slow newsday, and a
reporter will want to interview me for no other reason than that I am wearing
the only orange suit as far as the eye can see.
I think there is something refreshing about an orange suit.
Even a lime green one.
Men don’t get the experience of the color rush
in the way women can. I think the world would be a better, saner and lovelier
place if businessmen, politicians and world leaders would negotiate with one
another in orange and lime green
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