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Gray

Pearl gray sky,
dark gray skeletons of trees,
scribbled gray line of the road through the hills,
edged by coldmetal gray guardrails separating
one gray from another,
sleet falling hard,
scrubbing grays till they glisten
and slide together into this
charcoal gray pencil scratching
jumbled gray letters.

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