The clouds are
in the sky
and the rain is
falling on the earth.
Is the sky crying
asked my grand-daughter,
And I said, O yes
My sweet, it is love-tears.
The flies, the mosquitoes
all are coming to us, see,
I said her and she wanders,
She said it is just fever.
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