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Cloudy Thoughts
If I could climb on top of a cloud
I’d have the world’s coziest mattress
A cumulus quilt that’s softer than down
And beneath it, a silk sheet of stratus
A nimbus puff to pillow my head
With matching lenticular duvet
And perhaps I’d get an extra set
In sunset pink and stormy gray
Some say I must surely be insane
For I’d be doomed if out of bed I fell
But in the likeliest event of rain
I’m more worried that my bed will wet itself.
Copyright ©
Ina Goodling
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