'crowds In the Clouds'
How is it, even in the clouds
I cannot escape the crowds; everyone is so loud
I am not a Rolling Stone;
This cloud I do not own
Nor, am I, thoroughly good
Nor, am I, bad to the bone
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Have a heavy head;
But I sit in no throne
How is it, even in the clouds
Everyone is so loud?
I cannot escape the crowds
Even in the clouds
Copyright © Cw Buxton | Year Posted 2016
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