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Puff of Gray
Among the array of brightly clouds
Wafting among the none to blame,
Slowly, hiding in gray of unknown
A smallish intruder came
Of this, befell a lone perception
That dark puffs are blight, random oft,
And I, being a mere passer-by
Tossed that sight into mindless loft
I walked a newer way than norm
How e'er I walked, the puff kept stride,
Why it chose me to follow
Challenged every nook of mind
Strange, that only I did notice
That gray selected me as one,
Perhaps,there is some connotation
If so, I'll choose the sun
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