
Gloomy day which way?
Could their be jocund jams on the streets, but obtundation’s weariness on eye sheets?
Or, are pass-remarkable passes between passersby sufficing reason enough for sky to cry?
Then, there is wash-bear’s point of view: plethora of puddles plus commuters’ dropped manavelins makes for a heavenly-chew milieu. ; )
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