I grew up with an attic bedroom. It was pink. Everywhere. Pink shag carpet, pink walls, pink bed spreads, pink curtains. All pink. And I loved it! I loved it when I was 5 and I loved it even more when I was 17. The pink is gone now. It was a sad day in our family so I wrote an ode to that lovely pink shag. My mom gave us all a carpet remnant and a copy of the poem for Christmas the year they re-decorated the pink room. We still call it the pink room and when I think about that room it's still pink in my mind.
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