Mon, 10/19/2015 - 19:41 -- MSWS

Grey skies and cloudy days

Thunder rumbles summer rains

Grey like distant trobbing pains

Spotty vision, muscle strains

Grey as sounds like static noise

Empty headed girls and boys

Grey like misty laughing gas

Shaky breath, exhaled 'At last'

This poem is about: 
My community


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