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Adrift


I awoke this morning expecting the rain but to my surprise not a drop had came I went outside to search the sky and I found out for myself exactly why Straining my eyes as it float softly down and an instant smile took over my frown Landing at my feet I stepped onto grabbing the hand of this man wondering what he intended to do He held me tight steady we went and I felt so secure as the cloud was adrift Saying no words his heart told me all suspended in flight he now calls me doll In this place of happy time he whispered in my ear honey, welcome to Cloud nine
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