The clouds loll overhead
In lazy, lilting billows
An angel’s cotton bed
A dream’s ceiling of pillows
And that’s why writers write
On overcast days like this
Heaven cannot alight
And muses stay to console and kiss
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Overcast Poetry
December Rose 
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