The sun is blocked
By the cloudy day.
And everybody talked,
They all had something to say.
All about the blackness, all about
As if the night had come to shout,
Grey and gloomy anyway,
On every single cloudy day.
I actually didn't live in Oregon when I wrote that: I was at Trantwood Elementary in Virginia Beach, Virginia.
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