fluffy, fair,not so round,
sometimes smoked...
changing shapes,
you all never look the same...
secondary result,
of scorching heat...
hiding the blues,
when the wind blows...
when the wind blows more,
you all are cornered with a scare...
cornered once,
you all croon and cry...
you laugh with light,
and cool the site...
to you all,this is my ode,
please cry enough, not more...
don't flood, don't dry...
in you all many lives...
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