Postal

The retrovisor is like my portable post card

It fits what I need to see

A set of clouds so fluffy they're like candy

Where the long branches reach out fanning some green

The clouds move and the sun shines through

Making it the best to ever see

I can hold it in my hand to touch the cottony clouds

And the picture dances

To the wind of my dreams

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-B.