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Cloudy: nephophobia
She
feared, I fear, a lot of things,
And one
she wished were not allowed,
No matter
all the good it brings,
And that,
of course, would be a cloud.
A single
one would frighten her—
Yes, right
inside her very core.
She wept;
she couldn't even stir.
Her
raven’s cry was “Nevermore!”
But clouds,
of course, ignored her fear,
Continued
bringing shade and rain.
And she
got worse from year to year
Until a
cloud moved in her brain.
And then,
beclouded every day,
She feared
no more those terrors old.
She very
slowly slipped away
Into a
world by clouds controlled.
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