A Cold Dark Colour Oh poverty bringeth pain, and thou arth such a drain! A rock in my soul an impediment to every goal Yea poverty thou dresses in the clothing of bain and enjoyeth thy dark colours of clouds and rain Written December 6th, 2001 © on Dec 06 2001 02:26 PM PST 17 • 0 • 10
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"A Cold Dark Colour..."
Author:Will Fakespeare
Source:AllPoetry
"A Cold Dark Colour..." by Will Fakespeare
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