Written for: The Twiglets #278 - layers of clouds
fill the sky
in layers of warning
How would I feel
to wrap myself in
a pillow-cloud coat.
blue sky drifters
catch her eye in late afternoon
layers of clouds
There was a young man from St. Cloud
who was known for talking too loud.
He met a new girl
thought he'd give her a whirl
She whispered, 'Mister, you're blowing my eardrums out.'
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