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The colour of the sky

In 1971 Roger McGough finished a poem with the perfect line: The sky is the colour of old saucepans.

A thousand old-saucepan skies have since come and gone.

Well, today the sky is the colour of hope abandoned. Yesterday it was the colour of black-red roses. And the day before it was the colour of the fading ribbon on a soldier’s cold and lonely medal.

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