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CLOUDS..0

Fleeting structures designed for the sky
Surely their maker with an Artists eye
Shrinking and growing, ever changing form
Like thoughts of mankind, each new is born
Eagles have insight whíle sharing His pallet
A ballet of flight, the heavens their stage
With clouds as curtains a dance unafraid
The Artists brush, ever changing venue
Grateful observers now give him just due!

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