Breadcrumb #339

JAMES FOSTER

          A big red balloon floats up high,

          the string’s

         c

         u

          t,

                               twisting

                              heroically on,

                    battling the winds & rain & rain.

                       It pierces the blackened clouds

                              then gone.

                                  A

                               big

                            red

                            balloon floats up high,

                                        then pops in the sky.

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