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The Clouds Blow
The clouds blow around
From far to near,
The sun shines through a bit
The sky is not yet cleared.
Just when I think
The clouds will be whisked away,
The wind picks up
And fools me again today.
The clouds blow around
From near to far,
I would like to capture them
Inside a glass jar.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Oct.29/2006
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