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Colorful Talk
"I heard what you said, Red. "You just don't understand, Tan. "What do you think, Pink? "Well, what about you, Blue? "Anything you want to say, Gray?" "Wait just a minute fellow," said Yellow. "Don't think I'm being mean," said Green. "I don't think you're right," said White. "Colors, colors, calm down," cried Brown. "Now that is pretty bold," said Gold "Sshhhh, the author is back," whispered Black. Rev. Saundra L. Washington, D.D., is an ordained clergywoman, veteran social worker, and Founder of AMEN Ministries. She is also the author of two coffee table books: Room Beneath the Snow: Poems that Preach and Negative Disturbances: Homilies that Teach which can be reviewed on her site. Her new book, Out of Deep Waters: My Grief Management Workbook, is expected to be available soon. You are welcome to visit AMEN Ministries: Your Soul's Service Station for spiritual refreshing, soul edification, browse our newly expanded mini shopping mall or review our recommended books you may want to add to your personal library. Blessings to all!
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