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This poem uses NO rules and is considered free verse. Please do not edit.

The sky is a wonderful thing.
All of the miscellaneous things
that make up the sky all have
a special trait that makes them
beautiful In their own special way.

Amongst the white dreamy clouds is evil.
The black clouds of despair spoil the
unique coloration of the amazing sky.
The evil clouds of the Sky’s bane
ruin all who oppose it, leaving
only pools of icky dirty water in its path.

Most likely after the demon clouds
make way to another area of the world,
the special gifts from the heavens arrive.
After the evil goes, a rainbow spreads
joy and happiness instead of doom and
despair. All of the destruction turns into a
wonderful spectrum of color that is a rainbow.

By Peanut64

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