When someone’s head was in the clouds
It
wasn’t really meant
To
flatter; rather as a put-down,
That
was the intent.
For
clouds were puffs of fluffiness
Where
nothing could be found
And
one whose head was there did not
Have
two feet on the ground.
Yet
now there’s been a major shift
Since
everyone’s on board
With
reaching up into the Cloud,
Where
everything is stored.
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