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Mar 2013
Float, float, floating in the breeze.
Drop, drop, dropping its tears on the world.
Form, form, forming into bunnies and dragons.
Into the breeze,
They fly away,
Until the next day,
When you see them play.
Lisa Ann Rakow
Written by
Lisa Ann Rakow  Manitoba
(Manitoba)   
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