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CLOUDS IN JUNE<\/p>\n
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a funny dark cloud<\/p>\n
followed little June down her street<\/p>\n
one day,<\/p>\n
as if to say, “I’d like to make<\/p>\n
good use of your time.”<\/p>\n
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Naturally she scurried away,<\/p>\n
closed the door of wood behind her,<\/p>\n
only to hear rain thunder.<\/p>\n
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Running up the stairs to her green bedroom then<\/p>\n
she saw out her window<\/p>\n
the strange-looking grin on<\/p>\n
the cloud that now watched her,<\/p>\n
from her bedside,<\/p>\n
each night,<\/p>\n
awaiting her moment to water June’s sot.<\/p>\n
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The battle began as a chase<\/p>\n
down her street,<\/p>\n
but soon turned to war when June saw the<\/p>\n
cloud’s feet drawing near as she tried<\/p>\n
to make green the flowers close by but,<\/p>\n
she lacked something.<\/p>\n
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The grass would grow dry and June<\/p>\n
did not understand<\/p>\n
what she did wrong as she bathed<\/p>\n
them so carefully. and watered them<\/p>\n
in sunlight.<\/p>\n
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And then would come the<\/p>\n
strange cloud once again<\/p>\n
she hated her so, and did not want her<\/p>\n
near but for some reason,<\/p>\n
when that dark cloud was there,<\/p>\n
June’s garden could bear much<\/p>\n
more color.<\/p>\n
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Persists made no difference,<\/p>\n
June was meant to be friends with<\/p>\n
the strange little cloud that<\/p>\n
came by and smiled.<\/p>\n
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Eventually she would not<\/p>\n
mind this bond so much but<\/p>\n
until then she still scurries from state<\/p>\n
to state hoping somehow to dodge the<\/p>\n
cloud’s silly face.<\/p>\n
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