It Is Gray
It is Gray
And very busy,
Even on Sunday
Streets go one way,
And people dress spiffy.
It is gray
It is not a place to play
Because it is so hilly.
Even on Sunday
There is always much delay
Without hope of getting anywhere, quickly.
It is gray.
The dogs are stray
And skinny.
Even on Sunday
Anyway
This is a unique city
It is gray
Even on Sunday
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