Ripped paper

Little drawing left to lay, on a table so I played. Drew what I saw, like seeing clouds. Up above I can see, something surfing on the breeze. Thoughts of things that make me smile, getting lost a little while. If you try to use your nose, you may find it’s not a rose.

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