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CLOUD TALK
A cloud might weigh a million tons
That doesn't worry me at all
They float serenely overhead
If ever one should fall
It becomes beautiful swirling fog
To cloak the land in mystery
Never has a falling cloud
Done harm in human history
The peaceful clouds morph into shapes
Different every day
I love to look at their whimsical show
They have so much to say
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