Clouds in my coffee and a clouded brain.
Those clouds that can cause ample rain.
That pink cloud, a cotton candy.
And fleecy white clouds all around.
The sunshine came out that cloudy day,
And washed my mind's clouds away.
Still, it stood to chance,
That there may be more coming my way.
My mind is clear now,
Somehow.
And the sky above is blue.
And my spirits bounce around too.
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