What Kind Of Land?

  
I’ve got a cloud hat and a trail of cumulonimbus trailing from my bare bum as I walk across the big blue floor of the sky, high, high, hi. 

I’ve got a smooth chest, hairless and white like milk. A little fart leaves a vapour trail for a paper aeroplane circling and spiralling and darting to the ground, pointy nose, a beak, a bird’s beak diving into the soil.

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