Lest we should see our elegy on a stone with awkward spelling mistakes we live on under the gray sky till we close shop .But we so scare away ghosts from minds that they turn tiny white dots in our eyes.They are mad mistakes making musty words with gray funeral humor elegizing our deaths.Bodies chuckle to themselves in fun humor,taking a sneak peak at the elegies in making.

Elegies are gray named after English poets .But there can be shades in funeral fashion.Like flies that swarm eyes quite unpoetically. Gold finches are back or some such things.Death is something we do slightly unusual but our elegies are usual and gray repeats with some fatal errors leading to dead ends.


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