Living in a glass bubble of grey
you can’t see clearly, even on a sunny day.
For everything is distorted with a dark grey hue
dingy dark grey, maybe dingy dark blue.
Now if you strip away all the grey
shine it up to the bright colors of May
who knows what fun you will have today?
So what do you say?
Let’s look out the bubble of sunshine rays.
Written by Suzanna Chevalier on March 18,2011
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