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Out, Up, Unmanned
The dirty cloud above me, hung alone in the blue sky, trying to follow me home. The stark white cotton clouds are gathering, joining, playing in the wind. I turn left and right and back on the motorway. I see the dirty cloud is still there, not moving, not dissipating, just hovering. It almost looks pink and pretty, with my new sunglasses on, and the sun shines right on through it. the gremmies arrived to pack my day bag with heavy stuff this morning I could feel my back start to ache so i started unloading it all out i threw it all into the basket of a great big hot air balloon fired it up with my purple pen lighter cut the ropes and let it go unmanned... ~shalome Copyright � 2006 2007. All Rights Reserved. |