Clouds-‘old poem.’

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What are they? 

What are they made from? 

Why are they white? 

Why are they fluffy looking? 

I wish I could reach the clouds do you? 

 

Clouds, I think their great,

fluffy and soft,

or so they look, 

I imagine they are angels beds, 

or great big bubbles to pop. 

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