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Feb 2013
The clouds passing over head
form fifty shades of grey

The lightest shedding a bit of light on the dying grass
for only a moment before the almost-black erase the memory.

And so they march on
the never ending army of clouds
As the grass fades away into the dirt
Alice Kay
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Alice Kay  Imagination
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