Balloon
A Balloon of different colors
can float for miles and miles
in a storm or pushing through the wind
struggles with no feeling til the end
In daylight it excites
it must be doing something right
up and down will a child go
greedy for touch
vareity of colors attract
Along comes a scary clown
never happy to be where hes at
watch out
for soon he will attack.
Courtney Rock
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