Gray, inside and out.
Gray, the color of sorrow.
Gray, without a doubt.
~
I wrote this as a response to one of Michael’s poems. Butt can’t remember which one.  
Gray
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So Michael’s poem is in a grey area? Have a great day.
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I found it.
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pink and blue and all over you
skies
cold brr
rain and snow
wet and yet
laugh away horrbily now!
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Nothing is ever black and white. 😀
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Amen
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Thank you for the link(s) and the beautiful poetry. 🙏
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Thank you 💕
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