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Moon Shot

In a remote run-down section of the sky, dwells a family of flimsy clouds that

Never makes it to the horizon. They watched the nightly Western, in technicolor

Like tourists A-top the Empire State. The kids play hopscotch until the Sun is

Up and then go back to their boring life of floating around casting shadows.


One day a flock of soggy clouds drifted in over the horizon. Obviously lost, and

Leaking water, they asked the way to the moon. It was only noon, much too

Early for the moon. They were invited to play and they stayed, casting shade

Together in all kinds of weather. In late summer they all took blew off for the moon.





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Your imagination takes flight again, boundless fun. Thanks for writing and sharing your work -- a break in the day I look forward to every week.

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