Junior ˙A Wayward Cloud A cloud is a paramour That seduces the setting sun. It gives delectation To the cooling of the earth. Teasing, as it pleases And a bit wicked. It prances and savors. For its menage a trois May be short, but ravenous. You see, it moves on its way As quickly as it has appeared.

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