Gray and Dreary

Sky is gray, the day dreary.

Ground is wet, the day dreary.

Colors are muted, the day dreary.

Bessie has hay, the day dreary.

Wolf makes bread, the day dreary.

I do homework, the day dreary.

Cold.

Wet.

Grey.

Dreary.

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