The Cloud Runner - An Acrostic
This is the first perfect day
Hearing the wind buzzing by
Elephants are morphing to ants as height increases
Clad in a suit of pure gold
Loud birds soar
I had a dream about a poem...
I'm still not quite sure why I was dreaming about poetry class,but my poem was wonderful. However, once I woke-up, my concious took over, and


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