O.N.A

By evilangel

From early morning we saw a grey sky.Cold wind was chealling up our sholders.

And now,when it's time for me to work,I can see the sun over my head.The grey clouds spreading around,lieving the untouched blue sky for the vew of lucky people who are free of work.
Is it a faith,or it's a unfear luck of mine?

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