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Apr 2012
The color Grey and all its shades
Beckoned me to play today
I lit my thumb
And gentile rain
The sky excused
It’s sun-born plague
We laughed and said
“Lets do this again”
I left and Grey left too
Soon my child will play with his
While I walk and whistle this tune
Paul Rousseau
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