Elizabeth Arnold (no email) from pmm114.aeneas.net at 04/11/97 02:34PM
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    on page 744 there is a poem entitled "Cloud Painter" when I read this poem I remembered the times that as a little girl we did not have a lot of the modern luxuries that we all take for granted today. There were many days when the sun was out and it was a warm day when we would do nothing but lay in the back yard and imigine what the clouds looked like , You know?I mean we used to try to pick out a cloud that looked like a dog or house or something like that .Sometimes we even used our imigination to come up with a odd looking cloud and try to come up with a name for it .