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    Clouds

    Jack and Jill lay on the hill

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    Doug Langille

    Doug Langille

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    Clouds

    Jack and Jill lay on the hill,
    Dreaming of clouds and shapes.
    Jack saw rats and cute kitty cats,
    But Jill’s dragon helped them escape.

    Photo by theaucitron

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    Tags: intimacy, poetry, speculative, wit

    Published: July 25, 2014

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