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Sep 2018
The sky cannot get through
a day of blue
anymore
...and what happened
to those billows of white
took my mind to flight
in their pure puffy
“Imagine that!”
We had names for our dreams
back then
When nature was art....

We just went with it
Things have changed-- really.
Written by
L B
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         ---, Girard Tournesol, patty m, sue, nivek and 31 others
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