Stratus

A little triolet for a Friday morning.

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Stratus

I can almost touch this cloud

It’s blandness flies low

The world of grey must be proud

I can almost touch this cloud

All around it is a misty crowd

Staying close in a row

I can almost touch this cloud

It’s blandness flies low

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