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This is my first crack at trying a poetry form other than haiku.  This one is called a Minute Poem, and I got it from shadow poetry.com .  Please, any poets, feel free to correct/critique its mechanics!

Clouds

The fluff of clouds are good for things –
they store our wings,
the notes of sings,
and prismed rings.

The rain of clouds are good for crops –
a million drops.
They hold the sea
and then break free.

The souls of clouds make skies of blue –
the bluebirds’ hue,
the butterflies,
and sense from lies.