Day 5 – a ‘private’ poem
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Cloud Storage
Some, although not I, tap
Their hopes and dreams, and yes,
Their most private thoughts,
Upon a screen, then with a
Click send it all into the unknown
To be forever stored in the Cloud
Some, although not I, commit
Their inner most longings, even
Confidential introspection to
Lines upon a page, in great clouds of ink
Then stash it beneath a mattress
Away from curious scallawags
Instead, I gather my secrets, bundle
Them up and whisper them into
The sky where a passing cloud
Collects them, stores them in a pocket,
Keeps them, forever safe
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