Poetry

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As the sun did make its way from the west it had no say, grey clouds could simply claim your not so bright today, while we control the sky all brightness tells a lie so wide is our expanse, you have'nt got a chance and then how faint to all below some think its going to snow should blizzard follow on, sunshines all but gone our greyness is so strong your destination is a shame for all us greys can make the claim, as the clock approaches noon we present our favourite choon, would you believe its called so gloom when you regain your power we say goodbye until tomorrow,
begorrah.

Joe.

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