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The great gray sky loomed large
The late Jay Fry lay and dead.
Fate had and then fled;
Fortune nodded, then turned and
To the gray sky overhead.

The late Jay Fry was a good guy,
Not too forward, not too shy.
Never one to pass a thing by;
He bet his life on the gray sky,
The gray sky that is always nearby.

Don't hate Jay Fry for what done;
He wait to have his fun.
His lost, his battle's won.
He can't count the clouds blot the sun,
Now that the gray sky is number one.

I'd rate Jay Fry an man,
Always a gate crasher, an also ran.
A fellow, no flash in the pan,
With a ready for any fan.
He was a great sky kind of man.

Now, the late Jay Fry cold and dead,
And I'm praying for my daily bread.
There's left to say, it's all been said.
No one left to save; already dead.
And the great sky looms large overhead.
The great gray sky large overhead.