Bubble Queen
To them, i'm a queen.
Gayly waving my wand, round and round.
Bubbles: each worth a thousand points.
No, a million points.
The source of all power lies in a
Soapy sphere.
Tiny hands joyfully reach for the sky,
jumping and laughing.
In the glisten of the round curve,
i see God smiling, too.
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