Black Cloud
Black Cloud!?*#@+&
The Black Cloud lurched and swayed a bit,
and somehow followed on.
No sir I never needed it,
and I bid it sir 'Begone'.
And all I touched it turned to clay,
yes everything went wrong.
Though I persisted all the day,
the black cloud was too strong.
by D H Johnson vk4pr.
Brian Strand
Contest Name FALL YOUR CHOICE any theme/any form max 12 lines
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