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Mar 2016
I watched my balloon
float far away;
up and up above
the trees that sway.
It soon floated right
out of view;
My balloon had dreams,
so away it flew.
It went straight up,
left, then right!
The wind pushed it
out of my sight.
I fear I shall not
see my balloon again;
My poor balloon
was my only friend.
elizabeth
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elizabeth  18/F/USA
(18/F/USA)   
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