This is filled with little 19-word poems. The Title itself has 19 syllables.
Coconut McBean loves color and begins to feel sad that she isn't as bright and beaming as the world around her. Will Coconut find the "color machine" so she can change or will she be happy as she is?
Driving can be boring, especially when you think about all the fun things you are missing down the roads you didn't take.
Yes—I am strange, I am nerdy, I am a freak...
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