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May 2018
A black boy came upon me
running with the wind
He rushed passed me
With one blue and one yellow balloon
Bouncing excitedly behind him
Like some faithful pet companions
His laughter in both sight and sound
Spread all over his face and around
The bright bouncing balloons pulled
Hard against the strings
And he laughed and laughed...
A child can bring joy in the smallest way, so free
Audrey Hillary Smith
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Audrey Hillary Smith  58/F/Johannesburg South Africa
(58/F/Johannesburg South Africa)   
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