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Grey

When I get grey Sight and sound will be distant But perhaps this is for the best. Maybe I can blink away the dust, Wipe away the dirt and grime, Rid of the disgust and hurtful things And in it's place I'll dream a field of tulips.

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grace-mcquillan

American

Published: Jan 11, 2012
LinesWords: 847

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