It floats thru the air
With the greatest of ease
It moves even better
In a swift breeze
It glides all around
Without a sound
It makes the sun fade
To give us some shade
When rain starts to fly
It remains dry
And when you don't see one
Its work has begun
BOEMS by JA 163
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