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Jul 2019
Walked into a cloud
Rolling over the hill
Just to see what it may
Be made of.

Eating cheesy moon,
But water.

Gently carrolling thru
Wrinkles to
Smooth them
Elegantly.
Written by
Mike Adam  66/M/London England
(66/M/London England)   
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