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We were laying on the grass,
looking up at the clouds,
Pop said the wind is a sculpter,
it reshapes the clouds.

We watched as the clouds,
changed into dragons, snakes,
lizards, kangaroos and sailing boats,
we laughed and cheered the wind on.

Pop told me the wind was smart
because it didn’e pay the sky
one cent of rent to exhibit
greatest sculpter ever and no rent.

I told my teacher about the wind
and all I had to do to see my grandad
was to look up at he clouds,
she said “Why is your grandad dead”

I laughed she just didn’t get it,
do you?