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A poem about...balloons. |
| Balloons of a Different Color Float! Float! Float! Up! Higher and higher they glide all the way across the sky Soaring higher and higher into the sky Their names are such as a dream, hope, and wish A happy little tune that is played inside one's head when you are down... Pop! Pop! Pop! Down! Downward they plummet to the Earth Slightly dampening one's spirit to see the gracefullness disrupted and the happy tune suddenly corrupted for reality caught the wind It pierced them so and now you know it's gone forever...again. |