As The Evening Sky Faded From A Salmon Color To A Sort Of Flint Gray, I Thought Back To The Salmon I Caught That Morning, And How Gray He Was, And How I Named Him Flint.

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As the evening sky faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray,
I thought back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he
was, and how I named him Flint.
-- Deep Thoughts, by Jack Handey

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