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Clouds

White sheep, white sheep,
On a blue hill,
When the wind stops,
You all stand still.
When the wind blows,
You walk away slow.
White sheep, white sheep,
Where do you go?

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
jbjjk 08 April 2019

There are no metaphors

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iiaiasdsaj 25 January 2021

not all poems need metaphors.

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iiida 08 April 2019

why is there no metaphors

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sdfsdfskhjghgfds 25 January 2021

i really like this poem.

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charleannys 12 January 2021

she is looking if theres a lot pf wind to seee whats going on

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Kendall 06 November 2020

she is a that means I do not like her

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ei 25 January 2021

wdym? ?

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Yogitakaushal 02 October 2020

I feel like the wind is blowing me to a new place

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Issa Freij 02 October 2020

This little cloud makes me feel like there is hard wind. This hard wind makes me feel like I will fly.

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frank 14 February 2021

why?

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