Wade: Ham, I happen to be an accomplished writer.
Ham: Yeah, Right kid.
Wade: Try this out.
"...hues of orange, red
and green...
green ambers of gold
orange, a bit of
wood for the day, and
bright orange for the night.
The sun glows on a mountain,
a leaf falls, what do I
know? Maybe it's a cherry tree --
the red one. A red stop sign
against a grren pine
with pine straw in it.
The wind blows through the
needles of the pine tree, and they try to pronounce it.
Vlzbfaute... Yes, that's what
the needles of the pine tree do.
VLZBFAUTE
they cry out...
VLZBFAUTE!
VLZBFAUTE!
A golden leaf sails
into the wind. She cries,
VLZBFAUTE!
Purple snow on
a yellow day past...
VLZBFAUTE!
VLZBFAUTE!
VLZBFAUTE!
A tornado crying through the
yellow leaves
and more golden
leaves flying higher, crying
VLZBFAUTE!
VLZBFAUTE!
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