My cup is yellowOr not, though not'sImpossibleIt's yellow — Aram Saroyan, Complete Minimal Poems
My cup is yellowOr not, though not'sImpossibleIt's yellow — Aram Saroyan, Complete Minimal Poems
My cup is yellowOr not, though not'sImpossibleIt's yellow — Aram Saroyan, Complete Minimal Poems
My cup is yellowOr not, though not'sImpossibleIt's yellow — Aram Saroyan, Complete Minimal Poems
My cup is yellowOr not, though not'sImpossibleIt's yellow — Aram Saroyan, Complete Minimal Poems
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My cup is yellowOr not, though not'sImpossibleIt's yellow

— Aram Saroyan, Complete Minimal Poems
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