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How nice to be a balloon floating on a young ones wrist How I'd like to be a balloon.   They float for some time, and then happily deflate leaving there rubbery reminisce For the young one to toy with And stretch to it's limit Or they might keep the balloon close like some long lost friend Unless, you're the sad balloon who's string is dropped and floats way up high away from the happiness away from the child well away from the tears of the young ones loss who wishes only for the balloon who's already lost.
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Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC
The life of a Balloon
How nice to be a balloon floating on a young ones wrist How I'd like to be a balloon.   They float for some time, and then happily deflate leaving there rubbery reminisce For the young one to toy with And stretch to it's limit Or they might keep the balloon close like some long lost friend Unless, you're the sad balloon who's string is dropped and floats way up high away from the happiness away from the child well away from the tears of the young ones loss who wishes only for the balloon who's already lost.
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Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC
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