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Reservatório,
Macao
grey the smoke
that is the sky
green grey the water
cash across
grey traffic roar
chips of the casino grey
crane grey
and the pavement
clouded with
grey ideas
grey pain in walking joints
that's age
trees smog struck
need a wipe
shows grey under
grey the birds
that fly through this
grey reach of mind
world we've become
grey steps
grey scratchings of the pencil's stub
grey keys to grace the screen
grey characters to scroll
you'd like to click on an icon
bring it all out of the grey
to bring to life
but this economy
is grey
the nothing real here
turns all grey
it makes the neon bright
o grey hearts
is this your bliss?
can't we do better than this?
Hi Kit, clever-brilliant title! and ... remember .... I've said this three years ago... Macao: the Grey Epic!!!
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