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Above the clouds I used to soar,

As a child, I'd dream even more,

To ziplock the skies,

And bottle their highs,

For flights I'd adore and explore.
 

As a child, I'd plan and delight,

To gather clouds all fluffy and light.

In a bag they would stay,

For the next flight away,

My pockets brimming with flight's white.
 

Above the clouds I used to spy,

As a child, how they drift and go by.

With a ziplock in hand,

I'd gather their band,

And save a fluffy piece of sky.