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Feb 2016
The Grey is blurred,
It is not white,
Nor black,
But somewhere in between.
The Grey is vague,
It is not definitive,
Like its cousins,
But lost somewhere in between.
The others have homes and groups,
But the Grey is not accepted at either,
Because it has parts of the other.
So the Grey wanders,
For eternity,
Doomed to be,
Somewhere in between.
Ben McDermott
Written by
Ben McDermott  Kansas City
(Kansas City)   
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   --- and Bianca Reyes
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