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I watched this cute little yellow balloon as it rolled its way down the highway weaving in and out of traffic like it new exactly where it was going. It meandered on it's gentle path flowing with the breeze seeming to have direction and purpose. Never getting distracted or losing sight of where it was headed, I watched as the semi rolled by thinking this was the end but the little yellow balloon had other plans it  just kept on rolling down the path knowing the destination and not swaying from it's mission all the while,  enjoying the passing breeze from those that helped along its way.   I watched this yellow balloon as it turned to get on the highway following me or so it seemed to my final destination. It had black letters written on it that I couldn't make out I may never know what the word said but I'll always know what the balloon had to say
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC
the yellow balloon
I watched this cute little yellow balloon as it rolled its way down the highway weaving in and out of traffic like it new exactly where it was going. It meandered on it's gentle path flowing with the breeze seeming to have direction and purpose. Never getting distracted or losing sight of where it was headed, I watched as the semi rolled by thinking this was the end but the little yellow balloon had other plans it  just kept on rolling down the path knowing the destination and not swaying from it's mission all the while,  enjoying the passing breeze from those that helped along its way.   I watched this yellow balloon as it turned to get on the highway following me or so it seemed to my final destination. It had black letters written on it that I couldn't make out I may never know what the word said but I'll always know what the balloon had to say
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC
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