Suddenly, my life is cloudy –
literally floating in the clouds.
I’ve lost count of how many
clouds there are in my virtual sky.
And now I’m at the mercy of virtual A.I.
Me: “Alexa, what happens when it rains?”
Alexa: “It pours” (unprompted laughter)
I fear a storm is coming.
Postscript: Alexa has been banished to the garage for unprompted laugher and commentary!
hehe good one!
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Glad you enjoyed it 😊
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Me too! Thanks for expressing it so creatively. 🙂
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Thanks, Mary Lou😊
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Floating in the clouds. Cute poem, Sue.
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Thanks, Bill😊
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“I’ve lost count of how many
clouds there are in my virtual sky.”
The entire poem is gorgeous, but those lines… those lines…
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Aw, thanks so much😊
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You are welcome! Your work is exceptional! It deserved a lot of recognition!
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Wonderful and so true to life!
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Best batten down the hatches then! 🤗
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Lovely! I have a draft (loosely) pertaining to those very clouds. 🙂 x
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