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 Cloud Formations

Black clouds start blowing in
We're in for a thunder and lightning storm,
I was looking toward the sky
In the clouds, faces were starting to form.

I saw many faces of people
In which, I did not recognize,
Faces of young and old
Just in one spot, of the sky.

I also saw face of animals
One face really stood out,
It was the face of the Devil
There's no lying from my mouth.

I saw the face of my Dad's dog
One he had many years ago,
Then all of a sudden, another face formed
Isn't so strange, this I know.

I think it was a sign
When I saw the face of my Dad,
Maybe this was just wishful thinking
From all of the mixed emotions I've had.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
June.21/2007

Call it strange if you want, but, I did see many faces in the clouds. The face of the Devil, really freaked me out. I wasn't quite so sure, what to think of it.


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