Clouds
Look at all the clouds I see--
comfy little beds to me.
So fluffy and soft,
so much more than moss.
Up, up--I’ll fly so high,
crumpling clouds as I pass by.
Then I’ll snuggle down, you see,
and maybe dream a dream of
you,
me,
and baby three.
Alesia Leach © 5/2014
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