
Poem:
The clouds high up, high in the sky,
I could touch them, yes it would be I,
But the clouds are made with water there,
Our hands go through that lovely air.
So if you found some clouds beneath
There's fish in clouds splashing leaves,
The water in the clouds makes a pool
For elephants, angels, fairies, cool!
But if all those things don't exist
Like elephants and pompapist,
Then all those things will be for me
Other folks too, and even he!
And that's the end of my lovely poem
Bye bye, with a sigh, I already said hi, bye bye!
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