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Clouds
The clouds, high above us
They break apart
They return together
Not having a care in the world
The clouds, white and fluffy
So pleasant in the blue sky above
Making all kinds of shapes and objects
Giving us fuel for our imaginations
The clouds, dark and stormy
They tell us its end of play time
To put our imaginations away
So we don't feel their wrath
They break apart
They return together
Not having a care in the world
The clouds, white and fluffy
So pleasant in the blue sky above
Making all kinds of shapes and objects
Giving us fuel for our imaginations
The clouds, dark and stormy
They tell us its end of play time
To put our imaginations away
So we don't feel their wrath
Published 3rd Apr 2011
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17th May 2011 00:21am
28th Dec 2011 10:54am
Nicely done...the contrast between what white clouds versus gray bring is one that is easy to relate to
