3-12-'78
There was a cloud conversation
That rainy Sunday morning,
Majestic shapes galore,
Their swriled patterns dancing
Traveled on.
Wispy companions
Like children follow near
As I heard a drop of rain
Fall within my ear.
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Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012
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