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Grey Cloud
There once was a grey cloud
who filled the sky.
Thirsty plants called to her
bounty on high.
She gave and she gave
in response to their call
Trees in her rains of great grace
grew quite tall
So much she did give
she became faintly traced
So slight now her cloud
angel wings tiny laced
but a raintree for his
dried grasses cried
She gave of her last and
became nothing at all
Footnote:
to Frances Shibley
God send rain in the perfect amount
everywhere needed ad always
