Crayon box.

I reach for the crayon box.
I open it and hesitate.
Which one do I choose?
So many hues and choices,
(64, to be exact)
Stubby nibbed ones and pointy ones.
Shiny, dull.
Red, blue, purple, green, brown, yellow, orange
And an infinite number more.
(Actually, only about 30.)
So many bright and cheerful colors, indefinite choices
Of exotic tints and hues, never heard of before.

I pick up the black.

The End

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