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On My Balcony

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On My Balcony

The clouds are low today.

I know if I go down,

Down and still down,

The earth will be warm

And brown.

Muddy from the

Rainy days past.

The clouds are silent,

Gently swirling.

Stirred by God.

Quietly I stand in

His cappuccino.

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