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The sky is full of clouds today,
…White puffs wreathed ’round with blue.
Not one seems bigger than my fist
…From my long distance view.
In each, or all combined, there is
…The possibility
That from their present laziness
…Might come utility.
A cloud can grow or clouds can clump,
…And rain may start to fall.
There is potential, then, in clouds
…That they might bless us all.
Life, too, is like the pregnant sky,
…And this truth one must seize:
Each day’s a treasure chest, and full
…Of possibilities.
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.