Grey Morning Gloomy winter's dark, dry-eyed morning sting Shuns your waking hours. The Sun still sleeps; How sad, to rise before that Star which keeps The shadow gone. Now, shadow forms a ring Around you as you try to wash and dress. Fumbling, it's too easy to make mistakes. Murmuring with dental grit, you take "Take Two"... At least, as time goes on, the shades lessen.
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