Clouds in a Sky
Thoughts float on by like clouds in a sky. Some of em’ answer what? Some of em’ answer why? Others don’t have much except cottony stuffing and such. They just pass on through clouding yer point of view. Some days the sky is all covered and ye can’t tell one from another. Other days there’s nuthin but blue and ye wonder what’s wrong with you. But on days when...
Get yerself a rainbow, go on out there today. They’re there fer the...– Anonymous plunderer