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Evening
It was a dreary kind of day
That dragged on for miles
Without a thought to dispose of
I continued on my way
It was all in contempt
For a sad way of life
To ignore the bumps in the road
And rotate at a steady pace
Towards home I descended
In a scholar's daze
Through the muck upon the air
I feigned a sense of doubt
On occasion I'd meet the sky
Just to breathe the clouds
Without a hitch I laid to rest
The day that fell behind me
And while the light that hit my eye
Was distorted from the start
Through a lens of shadow and fog
The sky looked pink to me.
