There was a little cloud
that one day caught my eye
and stood apart from the crowd
as it drifted through the sky.

It looked about to cry,
wore a pale-white shroud,
and let out a deep sigh.

And though it was not loud
I couldn’t help but spy
that it seemed a little proud
as it drifted through the sky.

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