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I talk to the stars, the clouds and the sky,
I ain’t very particular with whom I do commune,
I spill my woes to a floating cloud,
Knowing it will my dilemma solve before
It does dissipate.
I talk to the stars and bare my soul,
As I wander around at night,
Try to a few names remember,
As I sing and howl a little.
The moon is too close,
And way too fickle,
As I like more stable things
To talk to.
A floating cloud is the best,
For it changes as I chatter,
Just a howling coyote and me,
A talking to whatever is up there.
I talk to the stars, the clouds and the sky.
I talk to the stars and bare my soul.
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© Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)
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