Beady Cloud


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Rain pattered glass,

Rain glittered grass,

A puddle is a lake,

To a landed silver hake,

Who meets untimely death,

Without water for his breath,

 But clouds have eyes to spy,

Little fish before they die,

And let the rain pour down,

Before the air can let them drown.

By Gwen

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About Gwen and Elinor

Two bloging buddies who love tea and biscuits.
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