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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