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almost stepped on a cloud
puddlehoppin'
on that puddly road
didn't jump just right
and almost got it
wondered, in my head
about thunder
that comes with rain
and the wailing
that comes with pain
the cloud grew dark
and ended my lark
puddlehoppin'
down the lane
with the rain
and the pain
and the thunder
and the stain
of near-dead clouds
on my wet shoes
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