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Cloud Nine
Robert Hawkins
The hole in the sky a cerulean blue.
Mesas made of white through gray.
The heavens filled with these magnifcifant vistas.
All moving moving north northeast.
Jetstream bringing a endless supply.
Each one different everyone pleasing.
Can you tell?
I'm hard pressed to, Maintain this vein.
What did I just say?
Oh, that I like clouds.
Well were you pleased?
With a wordslinger like me?
rlh
note; I need intervention.
Someone help me please.
Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: