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A quiet street, a dreary day,

It’s wet and cold, what can I say?

The houses stand, the cars are parked,

Like any day it’s slow and stark; cloudy, gray and dark,

The rocks are white, the gravel black,

The garbage can stands, a bright, blue smack.

 

http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-six-2/

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