White ,gray and black

You sang song and on white-wing.
You sang the way to the Registrar.
His glasses slid on the greasy nose .

The sky was romantic bride-white.
You woke up to the new white day
And  clouds would go fluffy white.

And then a gray humdrum started
The sparrows would flit in gutters.
Behind  clothesline lay humdrum.

Now it’s humdrum of black gowns
It is a  humdrum of the stale song.
It is a  humdrum of sliding glasses.

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