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Dec 2010
I've got chaos up in my sky.
Lines of clouds floating in and out.
Some in the shape of tears I cry.
Becoming mere wisps when more come about.

Oh how I wish such clouds did not form.
They bring sadness and frustration.
Such things do not keep me warm.
In sneaks a cold into an empty station.
Written by
Monica Chaloupka
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