I came down on a cloud to take a peek at you. I rode through the funnels and the rains of booms. It was all that I could do. To not be thrown for looms. The clouds carried me over the desert sands. And took me to Mountains of higher lands! What was I to do? After taking a peek at you? I was thrown for looms. Especially after feeling those booms on thunders of dooms! So I threw up my hands. And I flew to higher lands across the desert sands. And there you were just like before. So I peeked more and more! I was thrown for looms. But I stopped in the middle of thunder booms. And there you were. ®Registered: Ann Rich 2006