A Cloud Gift He put a cloud In a small glass box And gave it to me on my birthday. Sometimes the cloud is white. Other times grey. Sometimes it rumbles Sometimes it shines. Who would pluck a cloud from the sky And keep It in a little glass box? One day I'll let the cloud fly again. I wonder if it'll stay?
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