What starts small, does get larger
What gets larger, can get smaller
some are smaller
some are larger
some are skinnier
some are rounder
some are happier
some are sadder
some are funnier
some are smoother
some are FAT
one second there is a blue bright blank beautiful sky
then evaporation occurs
light liquid forms FAT clouds
clouds get heavier and heavier
they start to fill with sadness, laziness, self cautiousness
How come there are no clouds over Hingham? Scituate? Hull? Milton?
Only Quincy.
Milk doesn't just show up in a fridge.
Cows are milked.
Clouds won't just disappear.
Precipitation needs to occur.
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...or they get blown away! We have trade winds. One minute you have clouds, the next they are gone, and no rain!
Very nice poem, would like to read more.
Great poem! I like how direct you are, this poem demans to be heard
Your poem got me wondering. Nicely put together. Totally different from the others way. Thanks and welcome.
Really different and thought-provoking poem i enjoy reading it
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