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he tossed a balloon in the air
it flew up as he made a stare
it went up, up, up, and away
until it hide behind the clouds of gray
he wondered what has happened to it
when it continued to soar like a fighter jet
would it reach heaven and be on the list
one of the angels that ever exist
when would it come down and land on the lawn
would it take time just before the break of dawn
would it still be round and clean and without dirt
or would it be full of craters like the moon of the earth
he didn’t know the answer so he did just wait
he’ll be there at the window to rest its fate
did it reach the heaven and St. Peter made a plea
he just wished and said, “His Rooster will bring it back to me…”
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Nice!
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thank you!
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I can see the little boy just sitting there staring through the window sill with his arms propped up on his chin just staring and waiting for his favorite balloon to return to him from its venture into the heavens… Nice post…
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thank you very much for digesting the thought…sometimes my thinking goes as far as a little child, escaping for a while being an adult…it was a refresher! cheers!
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