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Poetry
by Bubba Lee
Earthbound©
Go you there white-headed
cloud,
sailing high and flying proud.
A frosted mist against the sky.
Your life is brilliant, then you die.
But I will be here,
not so bright,
and not so free,
and not so white.
For I can stand against the wind,
and I can err and start again.
The heavy lifetime I endure
gives me time to grow as pure
as you, my friend,
a wispy spray,
who flies high once
then drifts away.
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