I love the clouds of July
They make me wish I could fly
They are so up there and I’m not
I’m on heavy soil where things rot
If I sink, I can smell some of the past
If I fly, I’ll be where things don’t last
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Peter Joseph Swanson
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April 13, 2007 July Clouds - a little poem
July 28, 2009 02:44 PM UTC
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I love the clouds of July They make me wish I could fly They are so up there and I’m not I’m on heavy soil where things rot If I sink, I can smell some of the past If I fly, I’ll be where things don’t last
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Comments: 35
Ahhh, but those clouds, they do beckon. Nice Peter...nice!
is tiggers are wonderful thinnnngs
their tops are made out of rubber
their bottoms are made out of springs
they're bouncy trouncy flouncy pouncy
fun fun fun fun fun...
great little poem
A whimsical write! Nice!
So, you're in no man's land or up the creek without a paddle.