Bright Fuzzy Clouds
As I gaze at
the bright fuzzy
clouds touching the
velvet blue sky,
wishing I had
been educated
in the art of flying,
so many people have told me,
but that's a good way
to die.
I just tell them, yes
but what a way,
to depart this
old world.
wrote 8-9-07
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