Poetry

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Blue sky in the evening's month of May;except fo some whitish greyclouds
this day,at 7.P.M.or so the clouds in pieces seemed to go quite slow,as if some sweeper in
teper in the skysaid goodbye,their movement drift without an obvious shift,as
the sun went west the clouds floated east,anothe batch just followed on
now almost gone;sun's rays said good-bye on looking out my window then
the sky it changed from colour blue,looked like a sea as if too sayHey;from
blue to a watery colour so dark without the the Sun's great bright spark,until
i come again from east A.M.at best like a welcome guest, GOD bless my zest;
again amen's impressed.
Joe.
 

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