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"I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.” - Jack Kerouac, "What do I look like?" asked Pooh “You look like a bear holding on to a balloon” you said. “Not like a small black cloud in a blue sky?” said Pooh anxiously “Not very much.”, A string for my kite Would really be nice For then I could pull A cloud from the sky, “Clouds come floating into my life - no longer to carry rain or usher storm - but to add color to my sunset sky.” - R.T
In celebration of today, that which is the 5th anniversary of Esme (as was Sonmi and others once upon a rhyme) and her Cloud’s presence in the sphere that is blog-shaped, I present a small poem (or ‘pome’ as those in the next universe bar one to left call them). Five shiny years, and four hundred and fifty followers as of today. Many may well be asleep or dead, but that matters not (the latter may argue, but you can’t have everything — that’s life). I thank one and all of you, and slow though movement may well be here at times, still Esme and her Cloud remain and shall continue to do so for aeons. – * Coughs, bows, then steps forward to centre stage wearing her best tin-foil hat. *
The Clouds Will Always Be There
By Esmeralda Cloud
There’s something we have, that never can end,
The bond that is forged with a very dear friend.
There are times we must fly, there are times we must drift,
But always look back at those smiles as a gift.
And if when you travel, afar from these shores,
You catch sight of a Cloud that reminds you of yours,
Let your heart be warmed, let your soul fill with glee,
For I am those clouds and those clouds are all me.
Esme's Cloud 
We will always visit the cloud as long as we are around
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That’s good to now mak, and I appreciate the loyalty a great deal. ❤
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Has Hariod finally been put in a home?
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Best comment of 2019 – that’s the one to beat folks.
In short – yes.
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Hello there, young Pinky, and thanks for thinking of me. Yes, I’m finally now in a home — a nice secure unit deep in rural Somerset. Gone over the wall a couple of times but the bastards tracked me down ere long. Anyway, as this is an old post, I felt safe in including some rare video footage of me: this was during a recent visit of my son to see me in the home.
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Congrats on 5 big years –
I am always glad to see you finding so much enjoyment upon the cloud. Funny how you have entered my psyche in these past years; how I often think “Sonmi would get a kick out of this” (or that) as I peruse the interwebs as is my wont.” (Of course I do mean Esme but I always think Somni.)
Lovely, heartwarming ‘pome’ upon the Cloud.
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Mind surfing (like couch surfing, but much better facilities) is one of my superpowers, however, Esme is very picky about her accommodation, and has only been turfed out once in four hundred years (ungrateful beast!), I’m most happy to count you as one of my cerebral chaise longues masodo. I’m not surprised you still have Sonmi sitting there, I see her ghost sometimes too, then shut her back in the trunk and get on with it.
Thank you dearie, I’m glad you get the warmth within the pome, and as my now longest supporter and Cloudster you are all the more special. pins 450 fluffy gold stars to his cloak x
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All should be counted equally including the asleep and dead. If they disagree, then they should speak up.
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Well said Mr Yahooey. All that moaning and groaning business in sheets doesn’t wash with me one jot. Speak up I say!
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Congrats!! Happy that I found the cloud, but shhh, careful, not out loud. I wouldn’t want my friends to see, my finger tip has followed thee…Hah!!
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I’ll bet you don’t, and I like the cheeky rhyme that says so, hahahahaha. I’m happy you followed too, twice over in fact!
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That’s deep Esme, cheers!
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I’m a deep gal, Mariana Trench-style sometimes, always a pleasure when someone plumbs those depths and enjoys them Anarette.
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Kisses to the cloud also from the crew (B & S)
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It’s a well known fact that a man hasn’t lived until he’s plumbed the depths of Esme. 😉
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You must be getting well.
Hahahahahaha.
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I think of you often, especially when I see beautiful cloud formations (and sticky buns). Lovely poem, my friend. Congratulations, Esme. You have greatly enriched my life. ❣🌤
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Thank you Victoria ❤ how lovely of you to say so, and you too have spread kindness in return. hugs her ❤
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Five gossamery years, surely you mean. But on the timeline since the Big Bang–no, I’m not thinking of some dignified orgy but rather the (should be capitalized) cosmological event–it’s hardly a mote of fluff. We shall celebrate in earnest when Esme’s cloud reaches the venerable age of five million. Will start to make inquiries about the catering in due time. Trust me.
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That’s just what the snake said.
https://media1.tenor.com/images/cac6f91c8dd41ad02ecbb6a2397355bc/tenor.gif?itemid=10030450
Hahahahahahaha.
I shall, of course, have you as my party planner dear Wiz, just don’t let Matty be the DJ or it’ll be Scottish death howls all night (ducks from the all the cats Matty is chucking at her.
Thank you, Prospero, five million shall pass in a few days as ever I’m sure, but until then I raise a glass with you. does just that
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Happy 5th!
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Thank you John!
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Five years. As sparkling as ever. ❤
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That’s lovely Clare, thank you so much <3. Time must only enrich us (ideally sans wrinkles)
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Happy Blogaversary, Esme! Looking forward to the next five years and beyond. 🙂
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To infinity even! Hahahaha. Thank you dear Meeka x
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-nods as she helps Esme finish the cake-
Live long and prosper! [coz I’ve always liked men with pointy ears. ]
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I like pointy bits too.
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-giggles- I am NOT going there. 😀 😀 😀
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Oh Esme your cloud is so lovely and neat
It seems to appear so light on your feet
When one takes a look up as Esme goes by
It always makes one just want to fly
The poems that flow from that white fluffy stuff
Mix well with Esme’s willingness to get gruff
And five years of magic is sure not enough
So here’s to five more with a custard cream puff!
Tubularsock wishes you well……………….
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A pome just for Esme! By the Gods and Medium-sized dogs Tubular I’m thrilled by this! The wordage alone is a fine display, but the sentiment adds a thousand roses stuck in sticky buns to it! Three exclamation marks on the run and another to follow!
I do get quite gruff at times, yes. Hahahahaha.
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Happy Anniversary! Glad you are here – or there – or everywhere! I am you as you are me as you are she and we are all together (bastardized, I realize) … Love and best/best to you, dearie. ❤
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Goo goo g’joob! Thank you dear Bela, as I am that you are too. A fine band we make. ❤
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Love to you, sweet. ❤
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Schön gemacht! Also, schon im Kindergarten bei der Wortdrückpresseschule in den Wolken. Bin erst in der Vorschule, und muss noch anderthalb Jahre warten.
Bis der nächsten Wolkebesuch 🙂 🙂
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Hahahaha, du bist ein wunderbarer Gelehrtenbericht und dankbar, immer auf der Wolke willkommen! X
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Harharharhar. Wowdy Wowser, that is some extraordinarily high-level extemporaneously delivered High German, Esme. On a scale from doh to delightful, I am placing it at…at…at:
Delightful. As. All. Get. Out.
My alter-ego, Dieter, baked a word-salad cake to celebrate your fifth year of blogging magnificence. Here is what Dieter wrote on that there cake:
“Du bist ein auf den Wolken lebende über der Umwelt regierende einmalig ausserordentliche übermenschliche sanfte kräftige Königin des Universums.” But the buck stops here. I take the responsibility for all inflection errors 🙂
X
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And even if I should feel rain from above,
It comes from the Cloud, that’s made out of love,
Through rain or shine a Cloud is happy and free,
I can as easily see you, as you can see me.
Sorry, I know it’s probably some sort of crime to have added on to the poem of someone with your talent, but it just popped into my head. 🙂 Happy 5th my friend!
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That’s as sweet as homemade apple pie Swarn, and very much in the style of my own pome actually, so I shan’t be calling the coppers on you, rather handing over a hug and bunch of gerberas (mixed, always mixed gerberas), thank you! 5 years. I spent two hiding behind the Cloud. Hahahahaha. I’m grateful for the fine friends I have made here, you being very much amongst them dearie. Watch the skies smiles. x
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Thank you Esme. It’s been a tough week of everybody in the house having the flu plus a baby with an ear infection. Flowers and warm apple pie would be perfect. 🙂
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Good grief, a trial and a half for you all, and ear infections are bad enough when an adult, poor lamb. I hope you’re all on the up from this minute forwards!
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