Carla Galvan Poetry
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
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The cloud goes up ... The cloud goes down ...
bripi you and I on a soft fluffy cloud.
How do you see?
Just an hour or so. No worries, no problems, no shit that poison and contaminate the days. A time to take a break from the ground. Think, breathe and say: Yapp!
That's it.
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