Sonnet 25

Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
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sun, moon, stars -- clouds

So I'm zipping along, defining a world, and I merrily decide that it's always cloud.  Perhaps it's under a curse, perhaps it's a Fairyland and lives in half-life, perhaps it's a Golden-Age-Of-SF-Venus type planet.
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